This new job, that is supposed to be only seven hours a day, is going to be my excuse in the "post-a-day" semi-goal.
I am admitting defeat a mere one month in.
Say what you will, but one advantage of being over FU Fifty - is that I am smart enough to know when I'm beaten. No shame in throwing in the towel. No more feeling like I have to prove myself.
Missed a call last night from someone talking about physical therapy for Mom. Guess I need to return that one.
Add it to the list: taxes times two, VA paperwork (before March 1), calling VA regarding direct deposit into the newly set up custodian account (where did I put that paperwork?!), paying her bills, wondering how I'm going to pay mine, working, and sticking in a visit here and there.
I have to get ready for work now.