Man, this mid-life re-programming is the shits!
Maybe I'll be more communicative in the future. Right now, washing my hair seems like a foray into energetic hopeful-ness...
I am tired.
In which a 50-something woman embarks on a new career in nursing in a newly empty nest with a newly retired husband, an old cat, a yard full of chickens, a field full of predators, a shotgun and a sense of humor. She is blogging and slogging her way through a wet Pacific Northwest winter...and spring and summer and fall.
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