Today’s Thanksgiving.

Today, I’m not eating turkey. I’m painting my Mom’s house.

Specifically, her dining room, living room, bedroom and stairway. We got the dining room (the room that needed the ceiling painted) and most of the stairway done.

Today, I’m going to finish the stairway, the living room (no ceiling! woot) and hopefully start on the bedroom. My parents are going to my cousin’s for dinner – I’m staying here. One, I don’t want to hang out with them and have to explain things. Two, I just don’t want to.

I’m down here by myself. Why? Long story, and I’m sure I’ll get into it more in the future – but it keeps me awake at night. Coming to the farm, I usually sleep like a log – but not this time, even with all the “manual labor”.

I’m disgruntled. I’m angry. I’m depressed. And I’m sick of it.

So, the no sleeping.

This year, I’m not thankful for anything. Because for me, there’s nothing to be thankful for.