Once again dodging t-storm warnings, I made it over to A’s and did some straightening up, laundry, etc.  The garden is perpetually wet.  Another poppy bloomed!  A chipmunk kept popping in and out of its vast tunnel system through the raised beds.

Later, Joyce came over with outstanding homemade lasagna and joined the last few of us for dinner.  I made crafty margs, and provided garden salad.  Poor K, also not feeling well, may have gotten out-talked by us!

I’ve been feeling so out of it lately, physically and mentally.  Even my dreams are ever darkening fiction narratives of being forced out of the workplace due to age and incompetency.  I have to fight to stay on top of this state of mind.  In real life it was due to my aging demented parents needing my full time caregiving, until I couldn’t have returned to that work anyway.  I refuse to ever put my son in a similar position.  He already has too much of it as it is.