So. Sitting at home. Family all around me. And here I am. Blogging. Not the ideal preparation for a “once in a lifetime” adventure. However, therein lies the cunning plan I’ve hatched. You see, the issue I have at the moment is anxiety. I can’t even put the bins out without thinking I might trip and hurt something. Like myself, for instance. I’m thinking it’s best to keep occupied but this creeping malaise takes over and I harbour these doubts. This anxious feeling of impending doom has hovered over me for days now. I was cutting the grass the other day and looked like a giraffe taking a drink fearful of chopping off several toes. I also take forever to get up and down the stairs., to the point where people offer to “assist” me in shopping centres.  Maybe I should have declined, but they were very helpful and carried my bags for me. I should have drawn the line and not let them paying for my parking though… The other issue problem I have is sleepling. Normally, my… Read more