Another Monday, almost a new month and amazingly, the end of the year approaches fast. Where on earth does time go these days? I have always heard that the older we get the faster time flies, but have you all noticed that even young people are asking where it's gone? I think that our lives are too full, too jam-packed in general these days and everyone feels that time is passing them by. Anyone agree?
My hell weekend is over and I am not sad about it. I did manage to see all my kiddos that live locally and my two babies for a bit yesterday, other than that, it was me and my bed. Which I love. It's a good thing, eh?
My pain level is still high but I will keep going, until I cannot. This week is not a good one for me to be down for the count, it's the end of the month. So I will somehow manage.
I am adjusting to new medications and they do help. I am looking forward to next weekend when my little sis and family will be here for a couple of days. I cannot wait to see my six year old niece, Carli.
The weekend after that, I am journeying to Colorado to visit with my oldest son and that of course has me excited, too.
Happy Monday. How is that for an oxymoron?