Wednesday, March 26, 2025

The Struggle Is Real

I'm working on developing a better frame of mind to handle what my doctors call my "comorbidities." No matter which healthcare provider I visit I can't swing a cat and not hit a one of those (except if I went to a veterinarian; no cats were injured in the creation of this figure of speech). Progress is slow and prospects for improvement are negligible at best.

Some days are more of a struggle than others.
This already feels like one, left over from yesterday. 


I think the silver lining in the personal black cloud I'm carrying around like Joe Btfsplk is, sadly, I see so many others around me silently struggling as well. Maybe there's something to Carlisle's Haul after all.
-bill kenny

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