Not having a good day

... despite some modest crafting success. I've made another snowflake, another angel, a 5-pointed and a 6-pointed star of lolly sticks, all nice and shiny. But I've also realized - once again - that in the two and a half year since I retired I haven't been able to do one frigging thing I've been so looking forward to my retirement for. Granted, there was a pandemic involved and Mum's accident and all that, but the sad truth is I've done nothing but sitting at home, drowning in (often completely unnecessary) housework and enduring one renovation after another.

I'm fed up! I know I ought to be grateful that we've escaped the virus (so far), and I really am. But knowing that in a few years I'll be too old and tired to even try some of the things I so desperetely wanted to do kills all the joy in my current existence.