Pain and boredom

So much of life is sheer tedium. My knees hurt, my left hip hurts, my back aches and I've been so cold this past week. I'm actually wearing a long-sleeved night dress & sitting under a blanket & shivering. All I want to do is sleep. Nap on the couch, sleep in my bed. Can't eat meat right now, could barely choke down my baked sweet potato, no matter how much butter & brown sugar I doused it with. Textures, mouthfeel... I made some chorizo the other morning and it left this greasy coating on the inside of my mouth so thick it felt like wax. My poor guts. I'm worried but, well, I know I won't do anything about it - if there is something wrong there, oh well. If not, it's probably just an anxiety problem and will either get better or it won't.

I just don't want to be up & about, moving aimlessly around the house. Snapping at Rob, feeling like I should have just skipped the vacation & continued to work this week, for all I've gotten accomplished over the past few days. I want to hibernate.

Rob irritated me this afternoon, but I got to pet bunnies and hedgehogs and spiny mice. I think rabbits are possibly the softest, warmest things on earth. And they like me, or at least they like how I taste.