A new day

Jake is fine and moving out as of Thursday.  Robert has Stage 2 Colon Cancer which is far better than Stage 3 or 4 and shouldn't have to have chemo, which in my opinion is wonderful.  Amy is settling down with the new routine.  Stacey is working with the new kittens, getting them new homes and getting a job.  Caitlin and her S.O. are doing fine for now as they still have an income.  Mason is way to full of energy for any of them.  Me?  Well, I'm doing okay, kind of depressed but not enough to do any harm; too many things to do and no energy to do any of them; and contemplating what the rest of 2020 will be like.  As far as I can find out from the past records, most pandemics last about two years, now how well it was financially during those two years records don't show anything.  They called AIDS an epidemic and it was but not the same as this pandemic.  They are still, as far as I can find out, working on the "cocktail" so it seems to be only one pill compared to the thirty-eight pills my sister Pat had to take.  Everyone believes it is gone but it isn't, it's hanging in there; because people think it is gone people, being humans, aren't taking the precautions they once were.  Oh well, human beings are especially weird creatures.

So, as of yesterday, I am now 77 years of age.  Funny, it doesn't feel any different than when I turned 60.  Oh, I know I'm older, believe me, I'm slower than what I want to be; people remind me all the time that I am older and need to be more careful.  If I listened to everyone, I'd get a wheel chair and just wait to die...not going to happen.  I wish I had had this attitude when I was younger It would have done me and my kids a world of good, but I didn't.  I learned a thing or two about myself as well as others though which is ending up to being a very good thing.  Don't every let anyone tell you that you are too old to change, you are never too old for anything...well maybe a few things that I can't think of at the moment.