If we could just go one month . . . hell, if we could just go two weeks . . . without some sort of sickness or health issue. I've started to wonder what it would feel like.
This must be what it's like to be helpless against the inevitable. And as we get older, it won't get better, I imagine.
I just feel completely, utterly dispirited.
And, honestly, I almost never feel this way. I think it's been nearly 15 years since I can remember feeling anything like it.
Well, I guess I'll go clean out a drawer or clean off a shelf. It's time to do something useful. Because this is something I am absolutely powerless against, and I despise admitting to a lack of power.