Just writing because it feels the right thing to do. Wish I was in the new apartment where I could be unpacking and nesting. Gotta a few more job rejects back but I keep trying and will continue to do so. What a screwed up world we live in these days it seems, except that I’m making connections with folks I haven’t seen in years and that’s good. Coming up on my 60th birthday and have lots of mixed feelings about that. I am so sick of all the late-night commercials on various sorts of drugs with yards of bad interactions attached. Or the ones from the lawyers’ office asking if you, the viewer, have taken such and such and are now suffering from some life-threatening reaction. Just what I need more fear and anxiety in my life. Then I realize how luck I am to be as healthy as I am and to be living close and feeling close to my daughters and their fellows and my dear husband who is easily my best friend. I will find a job, a purpose, something. I must. Gonna meet up with my childhood pal, Ronnie, later today and that will help my mood considerably. She has some major surgery coming up and I’m hoping I can help support her recuperation through that time. She is such a delight and I am so lucky to have her in my life again. Can’t think of what else to wright at present so I think I’ll let it go for now.
