losta day

I’m starting to feel like 

I’ll never catch up. 

I still have stuff to 

unpack from Florida. 

Now it’s been 6 months. 

I’ve worked harder the past 6 months 

As I have since COVID started. 

It’s like trying to cook

 Thanksgiving Dinner 

But you didn’t clean up 

the kitchen first. 

Stuff. Junk. Madness. 

Might as well not. 

I’m glad for Kratom. 

And that I can walk and be strong. 

I did absolutely nothing

 all day yesterday. 

I napped in the recliner 

And ate shrimp. 

Cofeve instead of beer. 

I was watching a movie 

When HH came in and 

wanted to watch a baseball game. 

Not just any game. The playoffs. 

He proceeded to tell me 

That in baseball, they have a thing 

called a “strike” where 

the batter misses the ball. 

This is where I picked up and walked out. 

Sometimes it is hard to live

With people who think you need

Mansplaining- and they were just being nice.  

Gosh. 

Adjusting the fine tuning. 

Soooo.  Stuff. 

We all need stuff. 

Where to put the stuff. 

That’s my goal this week. 

To organize the stuff. 

So I grabbed my Iron tablets 

And made an appointment 

to get my labs done. 

I’m abnormally tired. 

I bet I’m anemic again. 

63 this month. 

No meds. 14 years Low Carb. 

At least I did that right! 

Amen and amen.