Half the darn house is clean. I will attack the other half tomorrow. No sleep again last night. I can cope with the no waist, no thermostat, no sex and no emotional control part of menopause, what I can't cope with is the no sleep. I am a basket case and I have seen all the infomercials and religious t.v. I ever care to see. I tried to get myself to dust at 3 a.m. but it was a non-starter.
More digging today in the front yard. Two giant pieces of equipment are parked in the drive way. I am trapped again. Water was brown last night but cleared up by morning. No news on the house appraisal. I have continuous water and electricity. Food choices better today. Dreading moving. Twice in eight months is too much even if I do want my own home again. I am rambling. What I need is a nap. What I am going to do however is the dishes. I am also going to skip choir practise tonight. Oh good, here comes the guilt. Now my day is complete.
Take care. Love Bea