I am a middle aged lady.
How the heck did I get to be this old?
This wrinkly?
Why did I inherit my grandmas forehead and crepe paper hands?
How did it get to be just me, sitting here with a cat wound around my foot and a visiting semi incontinent, blind and deaf, elderly dog at my feet, where I now fear to tread?
Don’t I have washing to do………….so much less these days as we are now empty nesters………..of one months standing.
Don’t I have to get out of bed and be productive?
Don’t I have to go and shave the three week stubble from my tree trunk legs and try and spot any undergrowth with these myopic eyes under my armpits?
Shouldn’t I get up and go for a walk with the deaf, blind dog and get a breath of fresh air?
These are the thoughts that today encumber this middle aged ladys mind.
Perhaps tomorrow there will be different ones……………but for now……………this is enough.