Second Helpings

Wiped Out

Can you remember in my first blog when I metamorphosised into a slug? Fat chance these days. I now believe I've turned into a dishrag. Everywhere I look there's rice to mop up, fingerprints to clean, ring stains to wipe, sinks to scrub and I even found myself cleaning the bath while I was in it tonight. MY GOOOOD.

This surreal thing that's supposedly my life is like running a marathon every day and impossible to put into words. I'd wager there isn't another body on this earth in my situation right now. There is so, so much I could say, whine about, ask advice on, tear my hair out, scream, yell, swear and rant about but tonight I'll spare you. Let me just say I find myself in one of the most difficult and demanding situations ever. And I've had plenty before believe me. Retirement? Yeah, I need to retire from retirement.

If I see tomorrow I'll be out with my friend Big Pam. My sis is coming over Thursday to Saturday and my lungs, liver and remaining brain cell will all suffer. I'll not have much time here but want you faithful readers and supporters to know how much you help and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Without you I don't think I'd have come this far, though I suspect there's a long hard road ahead.

Night Night from the Blogville dishrag...or should that be Wipe, Wipe? WUB you all.