I am stable. I am better. I am M.E. I have survived the squall.

The groundhog predicted six weeks of Winter. I felt like it would be 16 but perhaps I was wrong. Forty two days till Spring.

Remembering Narnia (C.S.Lewis)where it is always Winter and never Christmas.

I’ve been accused of being too optimistic and today  I am realistic. It is Winter.

I can’t change it being cold but I can bundle up.

Choosing to be where it is warm.

Surrounding myself with warm friends and laughter.

It is not a time to thrive but I can keep myself alive.