Well, I don't know quite what to think.
My life is ... not. It's a mere, measly existence. I don't belong.
I'm tired and bored with everything.
I discovered yesterday that I love Spanish olives.
I've eaten two jars already (it helps that they're the meatiest food I've had for weeks).
It's nice to have that one little reminder that there are still discoveries to be made.
But I'm still lost. How do I find my adventure? How do I engage life so that it engages me back?
I step outside and all I feel is cold. Weary.
I used to believe in magic. Or rather, I used to believe that there was magic out there for me. How do I get that back?
...
Anyways, this next week is going to be all about a surgery. I'm having my gallbladder removed. Unfortunately, I'm having this done ... in Parentsville.
*shudder
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Mr. S
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Good luck. Better things are on the horizon. You can make it through this week.
ReplyDeleteWe'll have a nice hot dinner waiting for you when you get back.
Mr. Shifters
P.S. Maybe we should start writing our own adventures. NanoWriMo month is coming up. It'd be fun if you'd join me in attempting to write a novel in 30 days.