Neglect

It's been far too long, my blog friends. So sorry.

My cat died. My body disobeys. My family and work command my time.

The cat was 19. She had cancer of the mouth. I should not say she died. I had her put down instead of letting her suffer and then die.

My lungs have been abused and will not revert to their healthier state. We have officially become one of those families that could go broke over not having adequate health insurance and prescription drug benefits. I am going to the gym at least 3 times a week and working on an exercise regimen that will keep me strong. That way if I do get sick, it will be a little easier for me to bounce back from it.

My son turns 5 in a couple of weeks and my husband is working his tushy off to try to get us ahead of the curve. My work is constantly at risk (if only minimally) of being cut or eliminated (that might be a bit over exaggerated) due to the Governor and State budget issues. All of these things point to change for the better.

Tuesday was my late father's birthday. I spent a lot of the day in a funk and finally realized that it would have been his birthday and that I miss him.

Wednesday was therapy day and I learned a lot. This therapist is amazingly good. I've been willing to talk about the possibility that I'm depressed - if not clinically - then by nurturing, and want to get out of my current isolative ways.

Today I'm sick. Neighbors are watching Twig while I rest. Uh, I mean, write (Wood is working till about 1am tonight).

There hasn't been time to sit and write lately. Facebook is a faster way to write but it's 1)mundane at best, 2)a time-suck and 3)I should give it up; focus on writing here instead.

This is boring stuff, I know. But for the moment, it's just practice for writing quickly and getting my message across concisely. Does it work?