I like that, being busy. Keeps the old mind from thinking too much. This afternoon and early evening is devoted to one of the women for whom I provide social contact. After all this time they are true friends, but the focus on what we do together is that we do what they want and for how long they want to do it. I am pretty much the friend that chauffeurs them around and sometimes treats them to a meal or something when I have a little extra money.
I managed to get all of the cleaning and laundry and big grooming stuff out of the way so that I can relax when I get home and, yeah, so that my clothes will be dry by tomorrow. It is cooler here today, in the mid-to-low 70s, so that means that the furnace is running, you know, just in case hell decides to freeze over. Lordy.
And, speaking of someone who is not me, the chronic illness that I suspect is suspiciously more evident every single day. It is worrisome. Well, kind of scary, too, but I try not to dwell on that. If I do, the dwelling, then I will have to actually do something about this whole mess. I have researched and read everything I can find, or at least the stuff that I feel like finding, and the prognosis is not good. I am not talking about the medical issues, although they are pretty crappy too, but about what is going to have to be done around this issue.
I can procrastinate with the best of them, but I am heading for my personal best in that department. I will be living in a nearby town at the end of this month and into September and that will help, especially since I am leaving for the train trip a few days after that. I am thinking about taking another, shorter trip at the end of the month, just for four days, which would take me into October. So, I have decided that unless something dramatic happens, I am going to wait until then to start back again thinking about all of this stuff.
I know. I am just a selfish procrastinator. Fine.
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