Decided to use a question I got as a writing prompt. The question was, “Do you believe the Lord will set you on the proper path?” 

Well, I don’t know that there is a Lord, but I would definitely prefer to choose my own path in life. I know there are some people who say they have given their lives to the Lord when times get tough. Even if there was a Lord, to me that is like throwing your hands up and saying, “Fuck it. You handle it.” 

With all the shit I see going on in the world, and knowing how it’s human nature to want to believe in magic, fairytales and fantasies… chances are any kind of a Lord or God is just a fantasy, so if my theory is correct, then what you are doing is giving up. If we don’t take the initiative to do everything we can to solve our problems, then who will? People can help us. People can encourage us. But in the end, it is up to us to take control of our lives, even though circumstances beyond our control do sometimes arise. 

Anyway, I haven't even been up two hours and already I had to hear landscaping and motorcycles roaring through the place. Gimme a break! 

On the bright side, I love that I can ask Amazon Echo's Alexa as many times as I want how much time is left till I can have my coffee (meds must be taken on an empty stomach), and she'll never tell me to stop asking so damn much. 

My sister is moving into her new house today and I can feel her excitement as I remember exactly what it was like two years ago, even if the park turned out to be noisier than I expected. Adult communities just aren’t what they used to be. We can make all the noise we want as long as it’s in the daytime. On our way out to the grocery store yesterday, we learned what Monday’s racket was all about when they were digging just up the hill at the edge of the park. They put a bench there. For what? So people can sit and stare at the street? 

I feel as bad for Andy as I do happy for my sister. They moved his mother to a rehab center and she’s anything but comfortable. Sounds like they’re not very competent there. He’s stressed out and feels really bad for her, understandably. This is the kind of stuff that really scares the shit out of me and gets me wondering… who are we going to have when we get old and start having similar problems? As I’ve said before, we don’t regret not having kids. Life is challenging, hectic, noisy and expensive enough without them. But because we didn’t, we will be going it alone when our time comes and that’s a little scary because once we get to the point where we’re helpless and can’t make our own decisions, our lives will be in the hands of strangers that don’t personally know or care for us in the least, and are simply there for the money. 

All my PMS symptoms have magically disappeared, but I never did get a period a week ago like I was supposed to. I also gained back 1 of the 3 pounds I lost, but that’s just life with Hashimoto’s. We lose a few pounds and then re-regain it, even if we keep on eating right and exercising.