Checking in

I don't write enough.  I could use a crutch at times both mentally and physically but I press on....

I work.  That's about it.  I'm tired.

I miss my Dad one year later.

I wish I could cure my sissypants of her ills.

I wish I could make my daughter see the light.

I worry about my Mom.

I'm doing what I can but I'm not a very good swimmer.  Luckily I can float