It shows how far my mind has deteroriated in that I hadn't realized that I'd neglected to write yesterday's blog. What can I say/ Life got in the way. Or my mind took a vacation. Or something.
On this occasion, I plead "extenuating circumstances." You see, my daughter just had a hysterectomy. She came through it fine. In fact, she did better than I did. Her blood pressure remained at a low and healthy 109/64, while mine skyrocketed. Do you want to feel old? Have a daughter old enough to have a hysterectomy. It puts you in your place age-wise.
In an effort to be helpful, I have her two children this weekend. They have determined that their grandmother is decrepressed (decrepit and depressed) and ridicupissed (ridiculous and pissed). And they're right: I haven't been very patient.
Again, what can I say? Menopause has me by my dyed roots and won't let go.
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