... with life. I'm not sure if it's the inevitable coming down from my wild adventure or knowing it was the last one. Maybe it's just the incredible boredom of having to rest and the admission to myself that there is no other option right now.

Barely being able to type or put clothes on isn't helping, and these legs are gaining 40lbs. a day. In some respects it is as if I've done everything I set out to do and maybe I'm just finished with everything.

It's not "holiday blues", I can't wait till it's over. Weather could be part of it, or that I feel like I need a nap right now but I'd rather go get a back massage but I'm too lazy to get into the shower, AND wash, AND shave, AND get out, AND dry off, AND get dressed AND put shoes on. Now I'm tired just thinking about it.

Maybe it's raging hormones.

Or, maybe, just maybe, I really am sick of this life.

I am so glad you posted this mini rant, Cindy, 'cause I feel the same exact way. Blahhhhhhhh!!

I came here earlier and read all your posts, had a good laugh and had absolutely nothing constructive or even funny to say.

Nothing is the same, in my life, anymore. I am older than you, Cindy, but in my heart, I'm still 35 and raring to go. My body says, "you idiot...you're 65 and climbing...you have MS and your soul-mate died....Your life, for most intents and purposes is OVER" !!

I guess I should consider myself lucky that I had a good life, while it lasted, but dangit, I'm not done yet. I need to conjure up something to make me feel like an active member of this world again.

Don't say 'GET A HOBBY' or 'JOIN A GROUP OF OTHER LOSERS' or I will SMACK YOU!!!

It's ALL ABOUT ME!!!

Sorry Cinders for the hijack, but if it's any consulation, you are NOT ALONE!!

Hardly a hijack, Sal. I only know that I feel like I'm wasting space and air a lot of the time.

I'm 45 and if once 25 yrs. ago, someone had tried to tell me that this would be all there would be left, I'm not sure how hard I'd have worked at things, you know?

I think I'm just all used up.

I will never tell you that you need a hobby or lay a lot of trite platitudes at your feet. You wouldn't feel them anyway.

I'm irritated and completely sick of this ship and I'm ready to dive off, but it's too much work to change into my swimsuit.

My words to both of us...."Get over it......God doesn't want us yet....we still have miles to 'creep' and promises to keep".

Oh, just shove it, Sal.

...Bending over...