Today's fucked.
Really.
Not even a text from DT re birthday OR ACANDA.
Biden looks Dead.
GG is ailing/sleeping day and night.
It's hot. Miserably hot outside.
Lisa and Joe both have not really stayed in touch; made feeble attempts to greet me on my birthday.
Teresa sent an electronic greeting to "Virginia" when I think she meant "Ken." And that was actually intended for Ginny.
I'm out of shape; not sure where I stand physically; definitely bothered, likely depressed with my life.
Not sure what I'll do when I get home: Dr. Pruitt? or sell the house?
Feeling dismal & bleak right now.
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