It’s getting more and more difficult to handle the months of November and December.  I’d rather sit on a fire ant hill than leave the house for the two months.  I only go out to get groceries and then try to get enough to last until February.

     People are more rude than ever before.  It is depressing as hell to have to deal with them.  At least I manage to deal with them on my own terms.

     Watching the Curmudgeon’s health fail and not having any family close by is miserable.  The only sister I have left and I are estranged because of her nasty attitude.  All of my cousins have their own families.

     The holidays were all about family at one time, but when your closest family members treat you like dirt, it sort puts a damper on them.  My dear, sweet cousins try hard and I appreciate them, but the season is still very painful.  

     To be honest, I have no idea why I worked so hard to survive when I had the heart attack.  What the heck did I do it for, is the question that often runs through my head.