It’s been a while since I sat down to write. Not because nothing is happening but because too much is happening.
We filled another dumpster in my quest to get rid of all the junk, extra clothing of Jack’s, and all the things that do not bring me joy.
Social Security is still driving me nuts, and it required a fourth trip on Monday to prove I am alive.
So, I spent time there, and then it was on to my cell phone provider. I am still having trouble getting the bill switched over. From what they say, it cannot be done.
Did I mention that I became pretty ill on Thanksgiving Day (my favorite meal day)? After loading up with Pepcid and Mylanta, I start to feel a little better, but I must be careful because all this stress is hitting me in my stomach.
I have one more thing to do this week, and then I will sit down and write Christmas Cards.
So, don’t give up on me. Just know that I hide in the closet when the stress gets too great.
What on earth were we thinking when we wanted to grow up so fast?