Wasted Days and Wasted Nights
Yes. Yours truly has been guilty of simply wasting hours at a time--- days, even. Gone are the days when I crushed so much fun/work/catch-up into my life that I often felt like that candle in the poem, "burning on both ends... it did not last the night! But oh my Dears! It made a lovely light." I slid from extra curricular activities with teaching into care giving for my mother. And then my son and I just took care of each other because it was not apparent who was the most in need... and then... my world stopped about a year ago. So I just started several projects like creating a dining room, resurfacing the floors, and the ever-presernt clutter wars I wonder if I'll ever win. Since I cannot sleep, I really have hours and hours to fill, and I do not like living alone! Oh well... I don't like much these days. Isn't that just a pity? That's the only way I can do life... in a kind of denial and self pity that would have sh
