Down the rabbit hole . . .

I have written several entries since my last one, but each of them seemed so whiney on review that I decided not to post them. Every time I shake off (or set aside) the stress of one thing, another one plops in the take its place. Not for the first time, I’m on the edges of a soap opera that is not of my making and out of my control. But I am sick of my own complaints, so it’s hardly fair to inflict them on others. When I get a minute, I’ll make a list of all the things that make the rest of it worthwhile.