Monday Morning

Heading into a holiday weekend, gratefully.  I filled up this past weekend with too much activity and ended up with a migraine and a sleepless Saturday night.  I was a bit afraid of inactivity, but I must remember that, as an introvert, I need a lot of alone time.

I’m also a person obsessed with politics and world news.  Granted, lately I have had to switch off the constant news because I find the state of affairs in the US so disheartening. But I have been so busy of late I haven’t had time to really wallow even slightly in it.  I hope to have lots of down time next weekend.

I’ve given a lot of thought to what I really want to “get done” before I die.  There are a few things, but they’re not really “bucket list” type things.  I want to spend more time with my grandkids.  I want to experience summer mornings in the mountains.  I want to take a long train trip in a sleeper car (something I was planning with my sister).  I want to retire!!!!

But for now, I am glad I am working.  I am glad to have the co-workers I have.  I am grateful for the friendship with my office next-door-neighbor.  She’s a 37 year old (born the same month as my daughters) African American woman who I have come to like very much and admire.  We have such fun!

Dinner tonight with one of my friends who lost a brother the same week as I lost my sister.  I’m sure there will be a few tears shed. She is such a sensible young woman and very grounded.  It will be good to see her.  We worked together at the hospital for 21 years.

Boring.  Life.  Sober.  Grateful.  Grateful.  Grateful.

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