La la la...I can't hear you.

This weekend was too short. It is Sunday night, and I am looking ahead to next Thursday already.

I am wondering so many things. How am I going to do all the things I want to do, how will I afford it, how far do you bend for people, why bend at all? I don't understand why I am here sometimes, but I don't want to wake up when I'm 85 and realize I had it wrong. I want to live and love the day I am in. Tracy is the best balance I have ever had. He saves me everyday and doesn't realize it. Or maybe he does.

The older and wiser I get, the more I just don't want to entertain toxic people. I know everyone would say, "Of course not!" But these people are everywhere. Stresses me out. I like the back deck at sunset more and more with a glass of wine, my feet propped up, and you know who. I like loving and being loved. My kids are fine with this. Some think I am in "la la" land. I absolutely wish I was in" la la" land. All the time. Who doesn't? My "la la" is music, food and sleep! And sex. (Sorry to all who would not have that). I am rambling now. For Hoover. Have a beautiful Monday. I will.