Hitting the wall
Its time I backed off from some situations. An Aunt has recently passed away, she must have been 94 or 95. She was the wife of my uncle on my mum's side but I hadn't seen her for many years. So I decided I would go to the funeral though have since realised social distancing still stands so attendees may be limited.
This morning after walking our black lab I started to panic. And because I've recently been concerned over getting older, I've put it down to health anxiety. This despite being fitter and healthier than I've been since maybe my early 30s. But then regardless of the cause, panic is panic.
My Dad is the difficult one as its me he looks to as ever it was. I'm finding myself there every other day now, when before it was Thursdays and that was it. Also we've been looking to get a puppy. But they are very expensive right now and Mrs F wants to use my personal pension. But it isn't just the purchase price, there are vets bills etc.
Sorry for the rant.
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