I feel weird thinking about how positive Ive been for the past 5 or so months. Maybe just staying busy is the ticket. I donno. Maybe its the 11 lbs. of beer I’ve put on since the kids have been gone keeping me happy. The beer…not the weight. People invite me. I have friends. That feels the best.
I came on here to talk about work. About everyone leaving at the same time and about having to clean a room that someone just died in, first thing this morning. Seeing the pink rose on the window gave me a flash flood of sadness, but I can’t even really vent about it like I used to. I don’t think about it the same. None of it bothers me the same way everything did half a year ago. I don’t even need to vent really cause it pretty much all just rolls off.
I did get scared today by something coming up behind me. Ya know when you don’t hear something coming…so you jump. So I jumped, and then saw it was the morgue cart. So not only was I scared, but I was scared by a cart carrying a dead body.