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Yesterday it rained. A lot. I feel like I’ve been in a strange tired and lethargic state, sleeping on and off, as if I were taking a long nap.

MrsCorC? worked last night, closing the store, arriving home around 1230. This is not unusual. I stayed up to talk a while about nothing very important.

I got up today, shoving to the back of my mind the hopeless feeling I have about this house never being a home. Is this it? Are our senior years about waiting around to die, living in clutter and junk? I don’t feel very alive. My sexual frustration is off the charts. What this means is that I have to put my feelings out there again, expecting them to be ignored, if not out right ridiculed.

She knows I won’t leave. Or cheat.