The wacko upstairs is singing old classics like "Moon River" at the top of his lungs.   Jesus.  His wife must be out because he doesn't dare when she's home.  That's when he sneaks off for a cigarette and a quiet walk.  I just came back from a short walk.  I'm still healing from my operation and trying to get started with the exercise again.  It is so discouraging that months of Pilates and long walks that resulted in a bit of firming-up have disappeared in two weeks of idleness.  It's a damp grey day but so lush and blooming that I keep have sneezing fits.  At times my walk took me through green tunnels that were so heavy with bees they sounded like I was walking under a transformer.  The smells are heady.  Love it.

 Tomorrow is mother-in-law's birthday.  Tuesday is my deceased father-in-law's birthday and their anniversary.  Tonight we are taking her out for dinner and it will be a tearfest.  I am sympathetic.  Honestly!  I just can't stand the drama.  Thank God for wine. 

I've been contemplating the next phase of my life.  I've done childhood.  (Out of my control.) Young adulthood.  (Completely wasted my time.)  Middle years and motherhood.  (Wonderful but alas, nearing an end.)  When Grace graduates and goes off to college in a year I'll be at my wits end.  What to do next?  OH SHUT UP!  (Not you out there in cyber land.  My f***ing neighbor!)  I can't concentrate.  Must go turn on music VERY LOUDLY!  xxoo me