Suddenly, I remember what the end of summer was like back when I was in elementary school. I’m ready for it to be over.
The doctor who did my retching/endoscopy check said I didn’t have cancer, but that my stomach showed signs that I was stressed. First I was like “Really? What proves that?” Then I was like, well, yeah, I could have told you that.
I was in a bad mood all summer and I’m not sure why. Maybe my usual October malaise has become an August angst.
There’s the anniversary of dad’s death along with the recent death of people I knew when I lived in Colorado. What bothered me about the latter was I didn’t remember the person until I saw pictures of her when I knew her. Even now, I don’t remember specifics, just warm feelings and a friendly smile. I’ve even seen pictures of us camping with her family and all I can do is think “when was that”?
There are also issues with my in-laws that are going to force major decisions fairly soon.
School starts soon, though, and I’m getting back on a normal sleep schedule. Maybe that will help.