Hate to burden the reader with a discussion about depression. Sadly, it is my constant companion. Three-thirty-three and not one single customer. It isn’t raining; extremely hot and humid. ~~ Birthdays come and go. I think about family–family who have cast this old lady aside like I casually cast fallen limbs on the burn pile.
Today’s depression–and frustration–stems from lack of helpers. Two weeks ago the RV repairman was here to assess the problem with the RV refrigerator. He knows repairs required but hasn’t returned. Leaky kitchen faucet on the “to do” list, also. ~~ I’m so ready to find my “Intentional Community” where I can love, and be loved. Downsizing in progress (so I can move).