Being 58 has been like being at a really bad buffet where they keep loading your plate with things you never wanted. There's been more of the typical crap like car stuff & house crap. Then there were trips to the vet for both cats & now we're down to just Millie. It's been hurry up, wait, spend a lot & stress even more. Add to that, the crappy people of this country elected that orange bastard. Him & his ilk are always a threat.
My SAD hit early last year & I think it will again. I'm really noticing the changing light. I've got labs to be drawn & a telemedicine appointment coming up. Big, new stress could be lurking on the edge. I won't say much about it, because I'm not sure of anything. I just know, I don't trust the situation. I could be wrong, but so little goes our way. During all of this, my roomie has had several ongoing health matters she's been dealing with. They seem to be going well, but they take effort & planning.
We haven't really had our normal holiday routine since COVID. We're trying, but things just aren't cooperating. 58 has been about stress, expense, lose, worry & exhaustion. Life needs more off ramps. I need to step away from this plate that things keep piling crap on. I've had way more than my fill.
Cya...
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