I feel like the walking dead. Got one who is miserable and floundering and one who is floating. The usual parade of idiots offering dumb ideas as if no one else could have possibly thought or tried them.
Could all change tomorrow. Could all get better or I could drop dead of a heart attack. 800 degrees outside, I bet I lost 7 pounds.
If I could run and hide I would, but I don’t know how to do that. Barely know how to ask for help, let alone quit.
Well, that is why some people call me crazy.