It’s 8:41 am. I am eating lukewarm Kung Pao Beef. Is this breakfast? Early lunch? I’m not really sure.
I am exhausted. My husband has been unwell. There’s been a lot of lifting. A great deal of laundry. And not much sleep.
The clothes dryer died. So did the van lift. My husband claims the bathroom lift is acting up, but I haven’t seen this myself.
Christmas? I haven’t bought gifts, baked cookies, or acquired a tree. I’d just as soon cancel the whole damned holiday.