The 2nd day of 2022, only the 1st Sunday, and I’m already exhausted. The good news is that I have therapy session tomorrow. Virtual, which allows me to sneak off during a scheduled break without the fuss and muss of driving anywhere. I need to get back into this swing of things so to speak, put on my own air mask first, yada yada. Secretly, I don’t think I can help anyone else anyway unless it helps for me to support by basically shutting up. I can’t live someone else’s life. How presumptuous to think I know best and/or can be the fixer for anyone but me. Feels very selfish … this self-care … being kind to myself. I pray my loved ones will do the same for themselves.
Alrighty. Enough prattling about. On with the show. Here’s what went down in the haze that was last week. With time off, I had a few more entries than normal.
- Sunday 12/26/21 – #SLS and Reflections Part Two
- Monday 12/27/21 – Haiku and Release the Hounds
- Tuesday 12/28/21 – Share Your World and All’s Well That Ends Well
- Wednesday 12/29/21 – #1linerWeds. and The Saga Continues
- Thursday 12/30/21 – Thoughts
- Friday 12/31/21 – Book Club. In 2022, I’m sticking to my goal of 12, one book a month, anything more than that is gravy
- Saturday 1/1/22 – #JusJoJan & #SoCS combo plus What Day Is It?
Besides the therapy, I’ve got some big things going down this week. Some I’m directly involved with and others only on the sidelines. Wish B luck with his mom. I know I can be dramatic but amputation is a real possibility. May the medical magicians come up with a better alternative.
Pray that we steer clear of omicron, people are very easily infected even those who have taken precautions. As I hear Lulu coughing now, I’m wanting to run out to buy a test. Ugh! Why didn’t I lock her in her room? Kidding, not kidding. Kinda, sorta, maybe.
I also hope to get the taxes done no later than January 15th!! I’m much more organized this year but there is also more than one contractor. Those 1099 NECs don’t write themselves. Last year I was rushing to get the paperwork postmarked on the day it was due. Not making that mistake again.
Simply writing about everything I need to get done among the <cough/cough> makes me anxious as hell. Time to stop!! Out damn thoughts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Deal when it happens, the future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera!
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.