"You can't fix it. You can't make it go away.
I don't know what you're going to do about it,
But I know what I'm going to do about it. I'm just
going to walk away from it. Maybe
A small part of it will die if I'm not around
feeding it anymore."
How to tell a story
Thursday, May 19, 2016
H gone most of day, I spent morning cheering another Ms victory over Orioles, baked bread, did some budget figuring. H quite excited about living downtown for a while (my guess would be 2 to 5 years ... by 85 she might want assisted living ... I'd be shocked if I'm alive in 5 years), maybe this will motivate her to downsize.
The world sucks but the home front looking better all the time.