This morning, at the very last moment, I decided to stay home from work today. I was a little gassy and uncomfortable and wasn't feeling secure about the commute. I figured I probably could go in, but it didn't feel worth the risk.
Well now, after laying around all day, I still feel a little punk. Did I somehow bring this upon myself?
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Maybe you're getting sick... better safe than sorry!
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