The confluence of everything
Let’s just say the confluence of my mother sticking her head in the sand about her faltering health and finances and endlessly repeating the same mantra which is “I don’t want to be a burden to anyone” – (well, wake up and smell the coffee, you are!) – and Arlene not making it through the night anymore because of her incontinence – then this morning Loca eating Wolfie’s diuretic – my reading too much news about how we are all going to hell in a handbasket – and my failing patience to put up with any of this is not a harmonic convergence instead it feels like someone fed me rat poison this morning.