2009 was a truly nasty year, and I am thrilled to see it end. Why? Like the poet, 'let me count the ways":
Mom spent three months in hospital and rehab.
She's lost some ground mentally and physically.
I had many teeth extracted; broke a toe; hit my head against the upstairs wall; slipped on the ice, and messed up a tendon in my left arm; and got 'a flu like virus'. All this, while taking care of the aged parent.
a close, and young relative had a substance abuse problem, which caused much heartbreak.
On the other hand, I have vowed to lose weight and write more, but I must get to the bank and supermarket, or there will be no tasty salmon in yogurt sauce tonight.
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