Obligatory Purgatory

I have been musing about perception and reality lately...since turning 40ish almost a decade ago, my mental health seems to have really stabilized - evened out. I had always been generally depressed - since my teen years...this low-grade, chronic, drone of depression...it would, in times of stress, peak and become unmanageable but I was always able to right myself. Very fortunate really...those dark episodes were a sneak peek into what some ppl deal with on the regular so...hats off to anyone who battles that more often than not. Awful. So yeah...might be age, hormones, lack of stress...whatever it is - I have enjoyed finally feeling a little lighter than what was my usual.  Solving the "dad" mystery really assisted as well. That was an unexpected perk...I did not anticipate that the outcome of that event would add a tidy piece of scar tissue to my psyche. I feel like I should send AncestryDNA a thank you card. Back to perception and reality...I have been floating around ...

COVID: I don't really want to talk about COVID. I am sick of talking about how some people can't be bothered to mask up or how certain countries are simply inept at handling the situation (cough cough USA cough cough). It has all been said and done, to the end of time and back and I can't even read about it anymore. We are into the 6 month mark and I can see quite clearly this is a new reality going forward. OLD PLACE: After last said backyard blowout a few posts ago - I moved. How could I not after creating such a hostile living environment? LOL That was certainly COVID related. I am sure I would have gone on eating the noisy shit sandwiches the fuckheads above us were handing us daily had COVID not tipped the scales ever so slightly. As it turns out...while I miss having a yard and gardens quite fiercely...and all my plant babies...and animal pals...I do not miss the noise from above....or the high utility bills...or the lack of light and fresh air...so it worked out ok. ...