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Yesterday evening as I wound up the work week, I hit a snag that sent me into a torturous state. It was similar to the torturous state that had started the week. Let’s see week starts with mom falling again. Week ends with an external glitch.
I took to bed as any good Southern woman would do and called a girlfriend who knows the circumstances. Her voice was soothing on the phone, “Oh honey, I know what you must be going through.”
Then I told her the coup de grace – to top all current misery off – I had gotten on the scale and calculated that I had put on 16 pounds in the last year and a half and felt like Anna Nicole Smith – “Oh, but she’s dead, honey,” my friend coo’ed into the phone.
I went to bed without dinner. Spin class was my only refuge this morning.