I hate it when I get what I think is a great idea for a play, story, whatever...and then...totally forget what it was!
I try to keep notes, but, you know how it is...well, my mental state, with my illness, is a bit fuzzy at times, of late--early senility...well, I have the rocking chair, the graying hair, my three cats, senior vitamins--not doing the stewed prunes or adult nappies thing yet, thank goodness!
But gosh, yeah, sometimes of late, I get sooo-frustrated with myself, because simple stuff that I used to take for granted, just isn't so easy any longer. And I'm not even 50 years old, yet! It's really hard coping, some days. Some days more than others, I really do miss having someone in my life. But...not much I can do to change my reality, so I have to just suck it up and deal.
Don't mind me, I'm just my usual crotchety old self today.







