Another Saturday Night
Seems that the best time of my week is Saturday nights to write out my thoughts. Have to resort to larger type tonight, I don’t quite know where my readers are.
Was an odd week - not quite sure WHY I am saying it is odd, I guess it was just interrupted by a panic attack on Tuesday - came out of NOWHERE and I couldn’t sleep. I am one to be asleep in under 15 minutes, and no issues But Tuesday, I just tossed and turned. Finally got back up to do some work - and finally got to bed about 230 - with a 530 call. Got to work, and bam…migraine. I left work in the afternoon, I have gotten less willing to work with illness, headache or fatigue as I get older.
Technically I should be retired, but I keep going - just doesn’t feel like the right time yet.
By Thursday I was back up and running, and left work AGAIN in the afternoon for my final heart test. Results are back tonight, and they are not thrilling. Can’t wait until I hear from Cards on Monday.
This getting old is not for sissies.
I’m heading out to see the kids tomorrow - it will be cooler in the mountains. I”m trying to convince them to take one of the cats. Fingers crossed.
I have to get through next week - and then I’m heading to Indiana and Chicago - the former to see my other son and his pregnant wife, and the Chitown for mandatory training session.
I know it seems inane to put this down in a journal, but it keeps a timeline of my life. I have gone off social media - yes I do lurk occasionally - but I don’t advertise my life any longer. Too many eyes.
I DID talk to a friend of mine two weeks ago. It was the Wimbledon finals and she and her husband are nuts about it. It was nice to touch base with her. If I travel at all, it will be to Brighton to see them. I miss England. Moreover, I miss Scotland. But right now, it is best to simply go to ground and wait out the idiocy that is our country right now.
I may rename this Journal, ‘coming out of the darkness’ - we need positive momentum - this light is going to keep shining.
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