Late

I left later than normal for break.

I’m leaving early today for my eye appointment. It’s been two years, I’m sure I have gotten worse. I have to squint and I frequently misidentify my coworkers from afar.

This means I’ll need all new glasses: work, everyday. And, oh, God, I’m going to have to pay out of pocket for them, aren’t I. Well, the everyday ones, at least.

I am sore and achey today because of my womanly curse, which came eight days earlier than it should’ve. So, yup, menopause.

It explains why I cried all the way home on Friday afternoon, though. Because Friday afternoon was otherwise…you know, good.

We’ve got another new kid starting today, and I’m beginning to feel old. Nina is 30ish. Eddie is 25. Even Angelo is younger than I am.

Is that dumb? It is, you can say it. 45 isn’t old. 50 isn’t old. 50 is the new 30. Even 60 isn’t really old, anymore.

Gotta go. Have a good morning. ☀️