03-09-2019, 06:03 PM
I was losing it last night. Angry at everything. I was just exhausted so I went to bed early and actually got a decent night of sleep.
Today has been quiet. My mom has been resting and reading. She's been in okay spirits, but still suffers pain surges when the meds wear thin. She's getting more forgetful - it's the opiods for sure. I followed up on some medical issues that still are unresolved, and cleaned house a little.
I cleaned out my bureau and refilled it completely with T-shirts. I got so many damn T-shirts. And this is after dumped a large bag of T-shirts in a donation bin (for Fremont High no less, my alma mater). Four drawers - random, martial arts, Rock Med, JAH Med+reggae. I was surprised how many RotR & SNWMF shirts I have. I expected the amount of DOG & RM shirts. I was also surprised that I had so many OSL & earthdance shirts. I must've worked a lot of those. Mind you, this is overage. I have two drawers of T-shirts at the bungalow, the ones in active rotation.
I chipped at the pile of stuff that came out of the closet. Didn't get far until I got angry again. My rage is just building because life is so frustrating and I haven't been able to vent at Kung Fu. I thought about working out in the backyard, like I used to when I lived here 30+ years ago, but it's been too wet. The rains are getting to me too.
Stacy is going to break me tomorrow night so I'll have an afternoon and night back at the Cruz. I can hardly wait. It's only been two weeks here but it feels like a life sentence.
I've taken to watching the sunset from the living room with a drink as I surf the web. I can hear my mom turning pages, and gasping when the pain surges. The rains have produced some nice sunsets, and the living room is positioned with an optimal view of the foothills.
Sunsets. It's all about sunsets.
Today has been quiet. My mom has been resting and reading. She's been in okay spirits, but still suffers pain surges when the meds wear thin. She's getting more forgetful - it's the opiods for sure. I followed up on some medical issues that still are unresolved, and cleaned house a little.
I cleaned out my bureau and refilled it completely with T-shirts. I got so many damn T-shirts. And this is after dumped a large bag of T-shirts in a donation bin (for Fremont High no less, my alma mater). Four drawers - random, martial arts, Rock Med, JAH Med+reggae. I was surprised how many RotR & SNWMF shirts I have. I expected the amount of DOG & RM shirts. I was also surprised that I had so many OSL & earthdance shirts. I must've worked a lot of those. Mind you, this is overage. I have two drawers of T-shirts at the bungalow, the ones in active rotation.
I chipped at the pile of stuff that came out of the closet. Didn't get far until I got angry again. My rage is just building because life is so frustrating and I haven't been able to vent at Kung Fu. I thought about working out in the backyard, like I used to when I lived here 30+ years ago, but it's been too wet. The rains are getting to me too.
Stacy is going to break me tomorrow night so I'll have an afternoon and night back at the Cruz. I can hardly wait. It's only been two weeks here but it feels like a life sentence.
I've taken to watching the sunset from the living room with a drink as I surf the web. I can hear my mom turning pages, and gasping when the pain surges. The rains have produced some nice sunsets, and the living room is positioned with an optimal view of the foothills.
Sunsets. It's all about sunsets.
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