The idea of a sabbatical is still there.
Or a completely different existence.
Preferably the latter, thankyouverymuch.
The husband - wisely - mentioned yesterday how all the material crap we've accumulated over the past 15 years has contributed absolutely nothing - zip, bupkis, nada - to our happiness.
Au contraire.
More shit to worry about keeping, maintaining, clinging to status in the eyes of people who don't give a hoot if we live or die.
Come on, Signs.
Help us out here.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, the REAL swelling has begun, taking my right eye along with it.
Apparently the swelling peaks on day 3 (Monday) but if this trend continues, I might float off into space with my ballooned head.
It hurts like hell, too.
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