Happy Daylight Savings *()*^&)_!

It's a mixed feeling when this time comes.  Happy for the extra hour of light.  Not happy to change the clocks or lose an hour of sleep.  It is what it is.

I went to bed early last night. I was not feeling so great.  Next week is a crucial week for me because it's that time of year that I get a test that I flunked once and yeah, we all know how that story turned out.  I know I took the test that determined if I would get cancer again and it came out in my favor.  Doesn't mean I don't worry.  I can feel the cysts.  I know they're there and I don't know if there will be more tests involved which sucks. I also think they're covered by my insurance now.  At least that's how I understand it.  I just don't want to have to get called for anymore tests after next week.  I just want to go back to just having the occasional skin irritation, or eye irritation or allergy situation. That's what life was like before this happened.  I know it's more complicated now but can I at least get one or two years where I'm free from that stress?

I was feeling defeated by life last night.  I used to hear the phrase, some day things will get better.  Well I'm near retirement age and I'm not seeing my rainbow.  This administration just depresses me with all the war and the trauma that they inflict on us every damn day.  Some people are happy about it.  I know I'll be back feeling like I can fight the good fight but I'm just very tired.  Life was hard enough before this election and now I'm just scared.  

I did see that my two Tom Tiffany stickers are still stuck up in the same locations I left them.  Oh that makes me laugh but they're in areas that I think people might say Yeah, that guy sucks.  Where is he?  I wish I could find more to put them around the city.

I am going to get myself going for the day.  Maybe a walk will brighten the dark cloud that's looming over my head.

Have a good day good humans.  

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