I feel like I look old today. Old as in *my age* old.

I’m tired. Of all the things. Of nothing.

IN THAT MOOD. IN THAT HEADSPACE. I don’t like it here.

Last night I was reading before bed —  (as usual, I’ve been on a tear lately – 96 Books Read This Year!) And I stopped. Turned to HWMMS (who was sleeping) and grabbed him tightly.

HWMMS: What’s wrong?

Me: I’m sorry I’m such a burden. Thank you for loving me.

HWMMS: A burden? You’re not a burden, where is this coming from?

Me: Doug Stanhope.

The book I’m reading – Doug Stanhope – No Encore for the Donkey.

If you aren’t familiar with Doug and his comedy, well, how do I say it? We all have a lot of issues. I was at a part where he was talking about his partner Bingo and — well, I can relate. I have issues. Mental health issues…and now I’m collecting a pile of chronic illnesses as well and – sigh – I feel like A LOT sometimes.

And so it goes.