Was spent in bed. The bronchitis that seemed to be going away snapped back like Balrog's whip and pulled Aubrey first and then me, back into misery. What the hell?
It's hard not to be angry. The first thing the recession took was my gardener. Then almost every other little 'extra' I enjoyed, but finally, it took my medical insurance. I can do without the extras. I've learned to live very frugally. But this is when it hits hard. I've been watching this thing from the beginning, seeing more and more people lose the quality of life they worked so hard for. And being one of them.
Maybe I should get good and mad. Maybe it will burn out the fluff, get me hard and focused.
On top of it, I've been looking into our food situation. I was concerned about every product I buy having corn syrup in it, and little nutrition. So I started digging on the web and, stuck in bed all day 52, watching some documentaries. Ignorance is bliss. The thing that really GETS me is that I can choose to pull my antennae in and live there. Or I can know we can't even trust fresh vegetables. I don't really want to know this. But you can't un-ring a bell.
Too late. I'm there. Look around if you dare. Start here: Terminator Gene
Or don't. It's up to you.
