It's storming, outside and in. I've got one of those back of the head type headaches - not migraine level, just enough to make me hate most of humanity when I stop to think about it. The low grade thunder is not helping any. And while Moose and the girls are doing their best to help, this is more than their abilities can help with.
I've hit the wall when it comes to change. It's not that I can't deal with change - I spent most of my early life being marinated in it. But change can wear you out. I'm down to the nub right now. With both of my bosses leaving, and my family coming in to rip out my tub, and retirement heading my way...
Oh, hell. It's not any of that. Well, it's some of that. But mostly, it's Hank. I'm so damned tired of going around with this grenade inside me, wondering when it's going to burst. Two years now of balancing between life and death, watching every footstep. I'm already worn out, and any little thing can push me over the edge, both physically and mentally. Sleep. Maybe what I need is sleep.
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