Sometimes, I wonder how my mom sees me.

Does she feel that I’m a fiercely independent woman?
Someone who’s needy?  Co-attached?  A hard worker?  Heartbroken?
Confused?  Mentally fragile? Lazy?

Normally, I don’t give a flying farfgnugen to what other people think of me — which is probably a blessing and a curse —  but, for some reason, I’ve just been wondering.

I got a lot of things going for me.  I’m in a long term relationship.   I’ve graduated from college multiple times.  I’m definitely the most adventurous of her children.

Those are pluses, but I think she gets relies on Little Sister far more than me.   I’ve caused her the most worry and have needed the most financial support of her three children.   I don’t get along with her current husband as well as the other two.    And, I probably remind her of her dead husband more than the other two — which is probably a negative.

I don’t know why I’m thinking of stuff like this.

An idle mind, maybe.

I didn’t go anywhere today.  Rather, I stayed home instead of enduring the 95ish and up heat outside.   I don’t think I’ve stepped foot outside at all today.  Nor have I left the bed for more than ten minutes at a time.

That’s highly unlike me, but it just seems to fit today.    I’m mentally aware and physically feel fine, save for a couple of itchy bug bites, but I just don’t have the energy.

That’s a lie.   I have plenty of energy.   I feel fine.   I just feel spiritually rooted to the bed for some reason.

It’s frustrating, kinda like playing the invisible wall level in Gauntlet.

Well, guess there is some truth in the ‘play at home’ addition of Wizards.   I’m on step four and haven’t really done anything.

I’ve even looked at the news.
This one particularly caught my attention: