It's Sunday, and I know I'm a bit down but desperately trying to keep chin up. I go for my usual coffee, it's not pleasant, seems too strong today, and as usual, Stacey, the barista, calls me Tracy. Everyone else knows my name in there, yet, Stacey insists on calling me Tracy, I just go with the flow, don't want to embarrass, offend.
On the way home, I call in at one of my sisters for a coffee, and she gifts me a pamphlet, from the "Guild of All Souls", it's the "instructions for my next-of-kin and executors". The title in bold is... "UPON MY DEATH". (In capitals, and bold, seriously.) So, as if I wasn't down enough, I'm now given paperwork to help those left behind for when I do top myself.
Anyhoo, I am supposed to be on a major de-clutter this year, but I have lost the will just now so, for today at least, I'm going to hide the clutter I'm in the middle of sorting, and pretend that it doesn't exist.
No comments:
Post a Comment