which seems to be the status quo around here these days.
My memory is slipping like my new smooth bottomed shoes on the black iced roads downtown.
For example, yesterday while visiting with a sick individual, for whatever reason in trying to relate to their situation I had my father-in-law in surgery for a double knee replacement. Well, at least in my head anyway. Then minutes later as my memory kicked in again I blurted out that it wasn't double knee replacement, it was a mole removal or something like that.
I still am searching for ways to deal withÂ the empty tank syndrome. You would think that withÂ the news on MondayÂ that things would just top up nicely. But not.
Then I feel guilty for that.Â
And tomorrow I am on the road for an eight hour drive, I have board meetings this week. And I'm not looking forward to the day as much as I usually do.Â
Feels a bit lost, and deeply frustrating.
Perhaps I am trying to treat my need for two new knees, with a simple mole removal. And it isn't enough.Â