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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.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Posted by The Gal Herself at 2/18/2019 10:25:00 PM No comments:
I hate me
I didn't. I soaked in the tub.* I watched the Sunday news shows. I went out for Chinese. I did laundry. I napped -- for just a minute -- and then woke up six hours later!
Monday is President's Day. I am going to attack the stack of stuff on the chair in my living room. I know it doesn't sound like a very ambitious goal, but I have plans for the day -- mammogram, filing my tax return, movie group.
And maybe, if I give myself something measurable and specific to do, I can actually get it done.
*My chiropractor wants me to soak in epsom salts, hoping it will help the knot at the base of my spine.
Posted by The Gal Herself at 2/18/2019 04:22:00 AM 1 comment:
Labels: Clean Me, Depression
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