don't let the turkeys get you down

This morning we do a big Costco shop for the Catholic Worker.  It's Monday.  Then I have therapy at 10.  Where do I even begin?  I think I'll lose my voice.  Then at 2 Ming sees a journalist.

I think I'll call the doctor because I've been having some problems with swelling in my ankles and feet.  I'm afraid it's my blood pressure because I used to have high blood pressure and they'd always want to check my ankles.

Speaking of health things, Ming has sleep apnea.  He used his new cpap machine for the first time, last night.  Maybe it'll save his life?

I've been low-energy, weird, and sad because of the drama among the anarchists.  Sometimes I feel like moving away.  But we have the Catholic Worker community and our meaningful work. 

Facebook is making me sick.  Relationships can be confusing.  But I will try not to let the turkeys get me down.  That's what my eighth grade English teacher told me in my yearbook.  I adored her.  "Don't let the turkeys get you down."