It’s gone past the first of February now, and I apologize for being so silent these last few weeks/months/years. I am always amazed that some journalers can write every day and sound interesting and brilliant (you know who you are!) and never run out of words, or almost never. I have the opposite problem…I never can find the words to even begin. Who on earth would want to know about my boring life here?
My one big accomplishment lately has been that I am signed up with our Social Security system and will be getting benefits starting later this year. So that must mean I am old.
I feel old.
I look old.
Yep. I’m getting old.
I’m also downsizing my workload to possibly doing part time – if my employer will have me part-time. If not I’ll be retired and poor.
I already am poor, but I’ll be just poorer. Money-wise, that is.
Love-wise, I have puppy loves and husband loves here, so I am rich in that regard.
I’m a rich, almost retired, old looking, old-feeling, overworked but soon to be almost retired, poor soul.
I’ll drink to that.