Went to drop off the keys to my mother’s now empty apartment at the rental office this afternoon. That sucked.
When my father died, social media wasn’t even a glimmer in anyone’s eye; the internet barely existed at all. And so as a form of therapy I’ve been writing a fair amount around here about how things went and how I’ve been feeling. And then it feels self-indulgent, and I want to apologize to you all for that. And then I feel like just writing the apology comes off as a fishing expedition. Which doesn’t mean that I don’t get that little hit of dopamine when one of you makes a nice comment on a post I’ve written. And then I feel guilty about that. All of that also sucks.
Still waiting for the good part.