Aging, Munich, Soccer

Welcome to Middle Age

Got the call last night; the emergency center where I work is severely short-staffed today for various reasons, so I’m going in to work, right after physical therapy. My older son’s housemates have bailed on him last-minute, so he and a buddy have to find a new place to live, preferably in their district, double-quick. This means more urgent need for first month, last month and security deposit than they expect to be able to cope with. My sisted texted me this morning that our 87-year-old dad is in the hospital again, with severe pneumonia and vomiting, so I have told my younger son to pack a bag, just in case. My husband is off to a conference this weekend. Bayen plays Real Madrid in the Champions League today, and the pundits are all over Real.

Anxiety level: all about me.

So, here are some pretty pansies. In the sunlight, they’re so dark they’re almost black! Maybe it’s bad Feng Shui, but I put them out in front of the house because I just love them.

Mia san mia, y’all.

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