I am overwrought. Exhausted. Overextended. Frazzled. Burnt out. Suffocated. And living (“living”) without my own space. Proceed with caution.
Yes, I’m that and more. Irritable. Frustrated. Damn fucking tired of being poor. Ditto these menial low-wage jobs that STILL leave me unable to support myself independently.
Home family job stresses are really eating at me.
Further, as regular readers recognize, I do not blog with the regularity of years before. The daily post has become the weekly has become the biweekly. Not a healthy situation as this tender stage of writer emergence depends upon appreciation from and dynamic and engaging interaction with the readership at large.
This has not happened and is not happening. My presence here is maintained chiefly because I’ve not established new blog digs elsewhere. This process of writing here less and less frequently could be called the Long Goodbye.
Nothing further to say. I’ll see you when I see you; best is that we see each other. Toodle-ews.