Writer's Block

 Okay guys, here it is. You know I have a lot of chronic conditions, but this one's a biggie-I've got writer's block. Bad. I can't come up with a single, clever, wordy thing, and nothing is breaking this horrendous wall of nothing. Thank God for this computer to write all of this nothing on. 

August is a very busy time for me, historically. It's when I have to meet with all my specialists, and now I have an extra one at the end of the month, my new cardiologist.  My garden is producing everything at the same time, which means canning and freezing and pickling galore. Two prominent people in my family both moved at the same time, requiring our services, so that has been a few weekends of chaos and busy, including food prep and miscellaneous. I now have to make extra room in my previously emptied basement for more furniture that has required that newly opened space. Hah! Thank God for my specialists, my garden, Steve, and enough space to put extra things. 

For the faint at heart, skip the next part, but menopause, need I say more? Is it an Australian summer here or an Arctic winter? My body flips from one to the other 24/7, resulting in a lack of sleep! Headaches, weight gain, fatigue (duh), and a general ew, Eve, why did you touch that fruit, just about sums it up. Thank God I don't have to deal with people all day in this uncomfortable state. 

So, I'm going on no energy, just became an official empty nester, and I'm wordless and my clothes are too tight. I'm so blessed. Thank God I have you to tell all about it.