There are so many interesting things going on in the world. And you have so many interesting things you wish to tell me. And there are TV programs to watch, and websites to visit, and there’s music to listen to, and there are things you want me to do with you and places to travel to. However….

My body hurts. I cannot think. I often want to tell you to fuck off and just go away. I am getting scared because more and more often I forget what I am doing in the middle of doing it. I am losing words. It sometimes takes me forever to get one simple task done. I am fine doing things that are repetitive. I get thrown off by anything different, like my car being in the shop, or a child being here on a school day, or the credit union having lineups.

Things are piling up. I have so many things that I can’t seem to get done.