12-30-2020 Journal Entry, aka the Beginning of the Widow Blog

Early this morning, Billy crawled into your side of the bed.  In my sleep-filled mind, for a second, I thought it was you, coming home from work and going to bed.

I started writing my grief blog tonight.  Something to do besides scrolling Facebook.  Who knows if anyone will ever read it.  God, I hope my puny words will be used by You to help someone.  Because sharing these pages is not easy, it's personal.

Express Lane

I know I haven't posted in a long time and my posts have been few and far between.  Maybe one of these days I'll have gads of spare time and will update you on my life.  I have no idea who even keeps up with my blog besides my husband, my mom, and my mother-in-law.  Hey, y'all.  Anyway, I had the idea to do a new blog series that hopefully I can keep up with (fingers crossed).  I'm calling it "express blog".  You know how you go to the grocery store and get in the express lane that says "20 items or less"?  This is the premise I am going to use.  My express blog posts will be 20 words or less.  Maybe I should start a Twitter account, though I swore I never would.  I will likely throw in a few longer posts if the muses demand.  Maybe this concept will help me get in a routine of writing daily.

For example, today's express blog might go something like this:

I couldn't handle the crazy meltdown, so Billy went to respite at the residential treatment center.

Maybe in the future they will be funny or pithy, but not quite feeling it today.