David My Grand Dog
sums it up pretty well for me
these days.
Bleah
He often rests like this
in his back yard
in complete surrender.
I refuse to surrender but I am
very tired of fighting the good fight.
Knowing it will take me twice as long to decorate
this year due to my limitations;
and knowing it's a special holiday with
my brother and SiL coming for first time and also both
significant others coming with kids, I've decided
to start in about a week.
Will try to remember to show the projects
as they happen.
But first it is yard work.
The guy who helped me last Spring is unavailable
so it's me doing it in 20 minute spurts.
We've past the year mark since the saga
began and I find no cause to celebrate
that damn milestone.
I think mentally I'm also bogged down in concern
for our country and the state of the world
in general. I remind myself of my grandparents living
through World Wars and ponder how that generation
persevered with far more dignity than we
are showing.
Of course the c-pap story continues
to unfold. I made it 5 1/2 hours last night
with 3 breaks coughing myself awake,
but they still sent me an
email congratulations badge this morning.
(they monitor me)
Seriously?
This is what adults need today?
Social media has created needy little buggers
needing constant affirmation.
I don't require congratulations.
I need Drs who can figure out what the hell
is wrong and fix it.
Ok I'm not bleah, I'm bitchy.
sorry