I had a pretty good day. The housework gave me real feeling of accomplishment and pride.
Coming back from shopping ,J announced she was “frazzled”and had some nausea. She took a very small dose of promethazine which had her sleep seven hours. She woke up briefly, then went back to sleep.
I have had no one to really talk to for most of the day. This isolation under the guise of a marriage is frustrating. I’m just plain lonely.
Watching a documentary on the start of The Great War 1914-18 is not a healthy way to deal with these feelings. Let me find some cartoons quickly.