In not out

Sometimes one thing outweighs another and makes it worth giving up the other.

And sometimes that is just an excuse to give up something I don't want.

Lately I have found myself reluctant to go out and do things. I'm pretty sure it is nothing like agoraphobia, but you never know how these things start.

I think it might be more that my hair is in between growing out and being three shades of awful and my weight has ballooned over the winter and the world is not particularly appealing right now between the Coronavirus and our nightmare politics.

And going out just costs money that I could spend elsewhere.

Whatever it is that is keeping me home this week I'm not going to worry about it for a while yet. Instead I'm going to read books, watch television, draw pictures and write stories. Something in that mix ought to justify my staying home awhile.