I haven’t had much to share, lately. Or felt like sharing. Or both. Living my life off social media has grown more and more appealing and I doubt most of my recent activities or thoughts would be interesting to anyone other than me. 

My health has been wonky, of late, and most days just getting through the work day is all the energy and interaction I can muster. I get home, retire to the sofa with the dogs and the hubby, and read or watch some TV for an hour or two before heading to bed to get up and start all over again the next morning. Most weekends are devoted to doing as many chores or errands as my energy reserves and wellness will allow.

Work has been unrelentingly stressful for over a year now but their are some changes coming (more staff and possible promotion) that may make it less so. 

We celebrated the BFF Jim’s 49th birthday in NYC this past week and saw three shows (Wicked, Hamilton, and Sunset Blvd with Glenn Close) which were all fabulous. My health issues made it a little stressful at times, but it was mostly a fun trip.

The temps have plummeted to single digit temps, and there is an impending snowstorm headed our way. We spent all day by a roaring fire, which is the only way to deal with such things.

I go for yet another surgery tomorrow. This makes my – what? – thirteenth or fourteenth time under the knife?  If all goes well, a recurring issue will be resolved permanently. If all goes badly, my life will be changed drastically. So I sit here and hope for the former, but contemplate the latter. I hope, when I turn 46 this year (in May), I will have much to celebrate, and little to lament.

I’ll be home recuperating for 3-6 weeks (and working from home for some of that time), so hopefully I’ll be inspired to write more often and more entertaining and upbeat entries.