So I survived the looming, and following that, the moving.

Then the pain that followed the moving (never again!), the unpacking (well we’re not living out of boxes, that counts as unpacked), and convincing the cats that this new apartment thing isn’t too bad after all (porch!)

Then I survived the colonoscopy prep, followed by the colonoscopy.

I’m a survivor.

Questionable on the crazy at the moment. My doctor asked me today if it was possible to lower stress and anxiety in my life.

Short answer, not gonna happen right now.