Despite the above paragraph, I know I am blessed far above my deserving. I somehow am keeping a glimmer of faith that it is all going to work out. You didn’t come here to read about my problems. You have your own.
I’m off work today. There are a hundred projects that need done from changing the furnace filter to raking the soggy leaves to cutting some big branches that have fallen from the slowly dying big willow. And trying to figure a way to pay a pile of bills. That too.
I’m down today. Sorry to burden you with my problems. I have to unload somewhere and anonymously on the interwebz seems as good a place as any.