Why is it that when there's news, I always assume it's bad news? I have a registered letter at the post office. I'm sure it's a nasty letter from the credit union because I'm behind in payments and my insurance has lapsed. I don't know how it lapsed, but it did, and now I'm having a problem because I can't go take a picture of my house. I have to take a couple pictures that show all four sides of my house. I can't bear the thought of going outside of my house for longer than it takes to get to my car. Maybe I'm agoraphobic in addition to the rest of the lovely peck of problems running around in my head. I don't like being outside. I used to enjoy it. I even remember one memorable night, in the rain, on the hood of my car...but that's another tale from another life. One when I actually could spend time outside.
Thinking about it, that's the only time I spend outside, when I'm walking between my car and somewhere else. I wonder what that means.
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