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Striving For Optimism In An Ever More Apocalyptic World
As we’re hanging on by our fingernails.
It’s 2 in the morning. Again.
I just got home from a late-night emergency visit to my Mom’s house. She fell. She’s been overextending herself a lot lately. She got dizzy and tripped on the step up from the living room.
She’s doing ok, but just barely. I asked her to leave the front door open and will sleep with my phone near me tonight. Just in case.
I got home and reheated the organic veggie pasta with avocados that I made earlier this evening with the local produce from our Johnson’s Backyard Garden CSA box to eat.
I figured I’d eat even though it’s late. No need to go to bed with an upset and empty stomach and add insult to injury.
I feel like I’m living in this weird space between heaven and hell lately. Where everything is good, but most things are actually pretty bad.
I’m also feeling stress about being late on rent. That’s lingering in the background of things and has been over the past couple of weeks.
I still haven’t figured out why my left breast keeps hurting.
