This week I feel like the walking dead. I haven't slept well at all this week and it didn't help any that my son decided to become a summer night owl. When I do doze off for what feels like a catnap and wake up due to night sweats or a feeling that my son is not in his bed where he's supposed to be it makes days a whole lot longer.
But that hasn't been the only thing keeping me up, as if it weren't enough. I have been on another journey. This is another part of lifes journeys a part that everyone has to do at least once. I have been trying to find a place to move to. That journey gives me the sweats just thinking about it. Last month a for sale sign occupied the lawn on the side of the building for about a month. I have been trying to move for months but in my college city which I assume most landlords think students must be the richest people on the planet judging by what they are asking for rents and deposits this is by far no easy move to make. I never thought in my middle age I would be sweating in this apartment in this neighborhood. Yet, here I am.
So, there's the night sweats, the hormones, the hot flashes, the headaches and my piece of mind that has gone fishing, I now get bad news which comes in white and manilla envelopes in the mail almost daily. I cringe when the mail comes. A management change for this place has me doing a tail spin and I have no control over it. Much like I feel I have no control over my aging body now.
Well, through sweat and tears I am on this journey for a while. All of it, the good, bad, ugly, and unexpected.
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