Twelve weeks of unhappiness have gone by, where does the time go? When I can put it all out of my mind I am getting by, but depression and anger continue to creep in when I think about the past three-plus months.
I heard The Highlander closed this month, after thirty years in business. I have twenty-seven years of fond memories at that place. I now wish I had chosen it as the end for my final Wee Has Risen Moonlite hash in April.
My latest health annoyances, the chalazion on my eyelid and the bump which has appeared on my chin recently, are bugging me lately. I may have to have the chalazion remedied this year, even though I know that will be painful.
This week’s weather forecast looks better for WLF than for my bike riding efforts; Black Jack may need to be mounted on the trainer so I can spin the wheels this week. I’m not looking forward to the long 4th of July weekend. Since I cannot emotionally handle doing any of the hash activities, I have made plans to get away again.
I solved today’s Wordle in five attempts; my starter today was FLAIR