I get it- just yesterday two good friends picked me up for a day of fun & laughs. I had been looking forward to this all week long. We were out about 2 hours (ran one quick errand, then stopped to have lunch).

I finally had to ask to be taken home as I needed a bigtime nap. I felt like a failure and was mad as hell for my body & brain quitting on me. I hope they don't give up on me - even if I can't "hang with the big boys"

*my love and hugs on your anniversary and your husband's passing. Certain can be a mixed bag of emotions