Again!

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Yet again I am stuck in my car. Finally dropped the laundry off, got my meds, stopped and had dinner. I am at Starbucks, but the damn place is full, not a place to sit.

I can’t go home right now because I will never make it back out to pick up my laundry in an hour. So, here I sit because I am too foggy to drive to the coffee shop just 2 minutes away. Blech.

I appreciate everyone who has commented, and made me feel less alone today. I am sorry I’ve not been good about replying to comments, but please know that they are read and appreciated more than you know.

It does not feel like there is going to be relief for me any time soon. This is half a life, not a full life.

Perpetual fog

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I am stuck at the moment. Stuck like gum on the bottom of your shoe. I wanted, I planned on going to look at a house on the other side of town that may be affordable to buy. But … clearly or claro, as we say in Spanish, a peep or two objects very strongly to this possibility. It took me an hour to get in comfy clothes in order to do this errand. Now I am in bed very much in fogland. Must. Make. It. Stop.

Scared numb

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I want to go to church. Heck, I drove all the way here, and I’m in the parking lot. But for the entire drive here my head started doing that involuntary shake thing that usually means that at least one peep is trying to say No!

I love this church, but I feel my peeps getting all jacked up with the crowds of people. The peeps don’t like crowds, even though I try to explain that this is a good crowd. So, my system is freaking out, but I really want to go inside the damn church!

Out of compromise, I’m waiting until the very last minute to run inside as to minimize conversation before the service. I hate doing that because I look like a snob, and I do like meeting people, but we have to meet somewhere in the middle. Here goes, it’s time to go inside …