Not literally; but after two days of grieving hard, I feel the first stirrings of interest again.
It was mainly due to the dearly beloved, of course. I had to make a pharmacy/library run, and asked him to come along. He did, even though it was going to be a boring trip for him. I shouldn’t need reassurance that he loves me, but hey, we’re only human, right?
Anyway, his demonstration of care helped me snap out of the grief jag which I’d been on. It’s OK; I know I am still going through the process, but just not in a catatonic, antisocial manner.
I just stepped out into the cold and snapped a couple of life-is-come-again pics: