In for a penny, in for a pound…I would hate to tell you when I finally figured out what that meant.

When I started blogging back in the early days I would have never dreamed that at this point I would be discussing my mental health. Back then I was the one who stirred things up. Made outrageous statements.

The Dark Meme Lord.

All the changes over the years. The changes in locale. Changes in partners. But no Country Club dances….hmmm….One more thing I have never figured out.

I continue to beat this poor, deceased horse, but I still have not figured out really how to be retired…because I don’t see the major differences. I still have to work…a little…nothing like I did when I was not retired. But there still there is that.

I still have to set an alarm at times. I hate waking up to an alarm. There is nothing good about being in a sound sleep and some loud screeching noise pulls you out of it. And since I have to use an alarm that means that I need to be at a certain place, at a certain time. Really. At my age, I have no clue why anyone would want me to show up somewhere at a specific time….I’m just going to bitch about it.

Even with being A Dude.

A Dude. I think that that has been the change, the actual change that I have followed through on. And it requires constant attention. Of paying attention. And to quit, or try to quit, falling back into all of those negative behavior patterns from my earlier years.

So many friends who have lived peaceful lives for years.

Bet they don’t have to use that damned alarm……..