Is change really necessary?

I realize change is what keeps the world spinning round and round, but once I hit 60 last year, change became my enemy.  I don’t like change any more. 

I did change my header photo just now, but that’s only because I don’t have much to say here.  So you get a new picture but it’s nothing you probably haven’t seen already.  

It’s Sunday.  I’ve been trying to work most of today.  So far I’ve worked a total of 4-1/2 hours today.  All the in-between time has been spent running up and down stairs, letting dogs out, waiting for them to start barking, then trying to coax them into coming back in.  That’s what you have to do when you have dogs and close neighbors.  They do their fair share of barking but we do try to limit it as much as possible.  I mean, a dog’s got to bark SOME times!  After all. 

It’s been so long since I’ve used my computer to “play” – it seems it’s all work and no play for me lately.  Makes for a dull Bex.  No trips to England for going on 7 years.  What?  Is that right?  I think 2002 was our last trip.  Wow, that’s disgusting.  We used to go every other year or at most every 3rd year.  But 7 years?  The economy is what I’m blaming now, but it’s really other stuff.  I don’t really want to hop an airplane these days.  The older I get, the more frightened I become of flying.  I keep telling Paul that it’s not natural to be so high up and going so darn fast.  Not natural.  Then plane crashes lately, and I’m just about determined to never step foot on a plane again. 

But I know I will.  If I live that long.  After I retire.  I will get back to England if it’s the last thing I do.

Cheers,

Bex

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