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WTF
Wanna Feel Like a Schlub?
Hang out on TikTok for a while
Today, in Chicagoland, the sky is thick with clouds, the temperature is on the raw side and the overall feeling is one of oppressive dreariness. Just as it was yesterday, the day before that, and every day since for damn near two weeks. Maybe more.
But, what do I know? I seem to have totally lost my focus. I can’t stick to one chore in our house or one writing project. Ideas come to me in the wee hours when I can’t sleep, that I think are phenomenal, and then they simply drift away, like dandelion floss.
It’s been a tough autumn and I’m still trying to regroup, albeit, I’m sucking at it. Perhaps I’ve given up and thrown in the proverbial towel. The one that’s been laundered so many times it’s falling apart. Sometimes, backing off feels like the easier option, doesn’t it?
Sometimes.
A car accident. Illness. The overall dread of enforced holiday cheer. Financial worries. Everything combined has turned me into a wraith. A hollow-cheeked, grim-faced automaton who has incredibly hot sex dreams about the guy who helps us out around here. Our “handyman,” so to speak.
(We need to retire that moniker and come up with something less giggle-inducing.)
