Mope around.

Her beauty's.

 

I've got to get out. I know that I have to do those things that make it a life. Yet, I do not want to do anything. It seems the more I want to do something, the less I do it. 

 

Take for example, the backyard. The weeds have blown in, and are not about 12" tall. I've watered the lawn, in my attempt to soften the ground, so it will be easy to pull them out. Then I don't go do the deed. I am making progress. 

 

Sunday

 

I got out and deposed a check, and was going to get myself sheared for a cleaner look. But the barber was closed. So, I went and got myself a manicure and a pedicure. So, I did get some grooming done anyway. 

 

I did pull some weeds out of the front yard, and if I just go and do some in the back, I will feel that I am progress somewhat. 

 

I find if I have an appointment, or plan on meeting someone, it is easier for me to get up. One of my difficulties is my covid. I'm sure I'm over it, but I haven't tested yet. If I don't know, then I have a reason to stay in the house. Simple. 

 

Driver and me are doing just fine, He isn't going to let me mope around and waste away. Because I don't have Sweetie with me, giving my life meaning, doesn't me I just sit and wait. I've done that for too many years. Soon, and I know it is soon, I will be back on the Road to New Life, where it will be easy to Keep My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Love Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.