Sunday am. Blue, lonely, uncared for, scared

I am not the kind of person who sits around. Admittedly, I used to be. All this sitting around is driving me nuts! I haven't been awake in bed during the day for so many months. What am I supposed to do with myself?

Marshall is not up to remembering that I could use more attention . . . and a parade of friends and relatives is not going to do me any good either.

Quite simply, even though I feel ok physically my emotional state is unmitigatedly bad.