I am in my head again today.
C. asked if I would like to go with her to see her rheumy, 120 miles away. I would enjoy visiting with her all day, which a trip like that would mean.
I do not want to go, however. I have argued and argued with myself. I make a decision, then question my motives. In other words, I worry. Even with someone like C, whom I have known for more than 50 years. I am miserable.
Today I need to hide.
Later, Dude.
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