I know this.
That's why I asked a friend to come and 'drag me out' on Tuesday evening if I made any more excuses not to go to Singing group. I'd already missed two weeks because I 'didn't feel up to it'.
Well, gentle reader, I survived. We learned a new song (South African protest song)
and polished up 'Tracks of my Tears. I also laughed - properly - for the first time in a long time.
A member brought a birthday cake from work to test how well the packaging coped with commuting. It didn't. But the cake survived and I even got to bring a slice home for MWNN.
And the icing on the cake for me - I'm singing during the day again, which is an indication that things are getting better.
