State of the Union
Today I drove through an industrial park, four streets, and saw no less than 34 office spaces for lease. Thirty-four! While our government debates cutting off health care to the most unfortunate, big business and its corporate welfare, big bonuses and no-tax responsibility go unchecked. My friends on the right seem cold-hearted and delusional. My friends on the left couldn't affect change if it was handed to them on a silver platter (oh wait, they were handed a silver platter and nothing was done). Those in the middle are complacent. I am too old for revolution, with my mortgage, private school tuition, need for security. I can only write letters, bitch-moan-groan, feel exasperated and desperate, and then exasperated again. Everyone wants a piece of my money, and I don't have enough of it to satisfy all the different entities. Our family hasn't had a proper vacation since before Neviyah was born. Literally. My attempts to downsize will never happen because our house is too much of a wreck to ever be able to sell, especially in this market. I am too tired to exercise. Yeah, yeah. I don't pity-party often so give me my moment already!
***whistles***
Okay, done. Now I feel better. Back to normal.
***whistles***
Okay, done. Now I feel better. Back to normal.
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