I would like to complain about my personal menopause (or lack thereof), but I looked at the bottom of my page, to where I choose a character defect to pay special attention to, and complaining is right there, chosen for this day. So no complaints. A report of my feelings about dragging out the old calendar to make another entry would include the words “sad” and “tired.”
We continue on with the preparations for Erika’s move. We now have more of a date and more of a plan. I will miss my dog and my work meeting, most likely. It promises to be an emotional, hectic, grueling, expensive time, and I hope I don’t bleed through it as well.
Not complaining though.