On the edge

I had the most fantastic day yesterday.  It was beautifully warm, the sea was glinting in the sunshine and there was enough of a breeze to keep the midges away.  My husband and I set up our laptops on the picnic bench in the garden, laughing at ourselves as we squinted at the screens trying to see what we were typing and betting that everyone who walked past must think we were loonies.

By mid-afternoon it had really got quite hot, I said why don't we go for a swim, the first of the year!  Great idea.  We walked down to the beach closely followed by all three dogs, who lazily waded in and swam around us as we stood shivering with the sea at our knees laughing about whose ridiculous idea it was.  I finally held my nose and plunged in backwards coming up with that bolt of cold awakening, woohoo!  Husband followed and we had a deliciously cool swim in the bay, looking back at the house and marvelling at how gorgeous it all was.  Great memories.

Then today, husband is away working and I've slumped into a heap.  I'm incapable of doing anything as exciting as making a decision; I've read a few pages of a book, slept, stared into space, clock watched.....that's been the sum total of my day. 

Then I logged on and someone out there has read my blog and wow, it's like a helping hand in the gloom and here I am, chatting.  I just don't understand how one day can be the best, happiest day where life is good and living is great followed in 24hours by a black, horrible day of pain and depression.  Well I DO understand why that happens in a scientific way, but I don't like what I know and why it should be me.