You know, I have been so distracted that I only just noticed that I can see the ocean from where I sleep in the living room, looking out the door. The ocean rather blends in with the sky when it is a bit foggy. I have a pine tree in the view and several hawks doing their lovely air acrobatics. I have left the master bedroom vacant, but movers put a lot of things in there, that I am going to clear out. I want it to be nice for when it is needed by someone else I might anticipate. I have to admit, after so much work with moving, my dealing with a lot of other issues, working on clearing things out, has not been top of my list. I would love to merely enjoy life and enjoy being around someone I care about. I get weary and downhearted.
I get nervous about the aching I sometimes have and think about cancer, but it could be lipedema. I am sure diabolical people running this fear campaign, who have now escalated it to a physical attack, are truly happy. They are evil from Hell; disgusting forms of life. To them, kindness is anathema. They are not human. I don't know how anyone can work, or live around it. I also do not like other people telling me how other people think, or feel. It isn't their place. I truly wish I could just get into an RV and drive north and forget about people, except one......