I seem to be returning to some degree of mental stability after my trip down the abyss of loneliness and self pity. I still haven’t gotten enough courage to make appointments for massive cancer seeking medical tests. I just don’t think I can deal with potential “positive” results, which in medical speak is very “negative”. So, I choose the ostrich option.
Didn’t post yesterday because I spent a couple of hours headheading “my” rose bushes and then I went off to dinner and to a discussion about Brexit. They turned out the lights for a PowerPoint presentation. I fear I had a hard time staying awake. When I got back to the friendly confines of the OBC it was time for bed. Past time for bed.
And, again this afternoon – I had to decide between going to the monthly asylum meeting, swimming laps or taking a nap. The nap won. I went to dinner with a lady who gave me a recap of the meeting. I didn’t miss anything.
