Before H's heart attack on Sept 16, I was a damn mellow fellow, having resolved my demons and enjoying old age as an observer in the theme of my mother: "people are more interesting than anybody." I greeted each morning with wonder and grinned and shook my head a lot.
Then everything changed. I became a high stressed basket case. I lost over 30 lbs in 3 months without being aware of it.
But now I am beginning to relearn my old groove. Living in Ground Hog Day doesn't tear me up. H's occasional denial doesn't engage my argument to the contrary. Our challenging finances don't keep me awake at night.
Maybe there's hope for me yet. Maybe baking bread has saved my ass.
Then everything changed. I became a high stressed basket case. I lost over 30 lbs in 3 months without being aware of it.
But now I am beginning to relearn my old groove. Living in Ground Hog Day doesn't tear me up. H's occasional denial doesn't engage my argument to the contrary. Our challenging finances don't keep me awake at night.
Maybe there's hope for me yet. Maybe baking bread has saved my ass.
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