Send fear packing.
Fear and I have a dog-and-bone relationship.
Power outages. Achey chills. TV news. Unemployment. Downed trees. The Election. Plague-doctor nose cones. Lost mail-in tax returns. Panic attacks. Masks with too-tight elastic. A sinking bank balance. That large creature in the attic that will scrape through the walls any day now. A low car tire. Poison Ivy. Loud trucks. Sweaty-palmed phone calls. The cat’s swollen, bald ear. Ruined soup in the fridge. Bathroom scale readouts. An empty asthma inhaler. Search results for “How much is too much whisky?”
I’ve got a bottomless basket of worry-bones for Fear to toss, and I obediently chase them down rabbit holes. I bet I’m not the only human with a stash of stinky buried bones to supplement the common ones. It’s become a family tradition, and I get it. I used to believe in it.
Maybe it’s my Deep-South upbringing or my Autistic characteristics, but…
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I’m waiting for the Med-Beds to come out, I need a complete overhaul. lol
I’m the one that was always there, remember?
Absolutely, I remember you, Alan! The ‘sir’ was just a playful nod. 😃 To be honest, since the additional concussions and some pretty rough work-bullying trauma, recalling names is more difficult for me. But most everything else is still there ☀️
Glad to hear that, BTW, I still love ya, I’m always there for ya, (never left).
That warms my heart so much, Alan! ❤
Oh yeah, BTW. this is Alan, not sir. You remember me Leslee? Don’t you?
BTW, Trump did Win. He just has to prove it, shame the way it is, so crooked.
Like the rest, hanging-on waiting for the positive declaration of Trump.
Yes. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted but my back is still bent and shoulders hunched. May take me a while to stop having anxiety dreams, LOL.
Pennies for your thoughts.
Such a writer.
Thank you, sir! I’m looking forward to reconnecting with my STC pals… it’s been a long few years. How have you been?