It’s not all sunshine

I know it would probably easier to drag myself through each day if I were medicated and numb. However, I do not want to go that route. I’ve seen how damaging that can be.

Once in a while I’ll have a glass of wine or some other drink but never more than one or two and never off into lala land. I have a need to be in control at all times.

Being drugged or drunk doesn’t work well when you have someone to take care of all the time. If The Curmudgeon falls I need to be able to help him up or, at the very least, coherently ask for help.

Twice a year I cut loose and allow myself to get a little out of control. One is over. October cannot get here fast enough this year. 😉

You all have a good one. I’m counting days.