It's been difficult, and it keeps getting worse. First my back and then when i finally got into walking again, and was gradually increasing my endurance, my knee went all wonky.
Sounds like more lazy-daisy excuses, but it's subjectively (or is it objectively?) true. I have MRIs to prove it. It may need surgery, and probably will, sooner or later. For now we are trying interim stuff, which, so far, is working well. I'm at least able to walk around my house without holding onto the walls and the furniture.
It's hurricane/headache season and it is miserably hot outside. Maybe it will rain. Maybe it won't. Probably it wont.
My hanging baskets that get full sun have been baked.
My birdbath is scummy. Yuck.
Some of my newer plantings have not survived.
I'm so tired. I sleep too much. I hurt too much.
On top of that.it seems that people are dying all around me. Old, young, contemporary. It's getting really sad, especially when it is the unborn and the newly born that are dying. Friends and their families are suffering.
Not from the stupid virus; not from the heat, not from any one thing. But everywhere there is death.
Of course, it always is, but usually more remotely. And , yes, these little spates of tragedies have happened before.
Wake me when it's over.
If you must.
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