Yesterday was just plain horrific.

Moving is always a nightmare, and long-distance moving even more so. But when you’re old and partially disabled, and therefore dependent upon the physical help of others . . . well, you can just imagine. So I treated myself to a brief meltdown in the middle of the afternoon, until I saw that I was really upsetting the dog. Those big brown eyes staring up at me brought me back to reality, I gave her a good scratch (which was therapeutic for both of us), and some sense of normalcy was restored.

But today is going to be another crazy one, so I’ll probably be maintaining radio — or social media — silence for a while. I’ll be back to check in with you when the movers have left with most of my possessions tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I’m sure the worrisome headlines will be piling up and waiting for my attention. Unfortunately, that’s the one thing we seem to be able to count on these days.

Just sayin‘ . . .

Brendochka
6/26/26