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Why Do Things Happen To Me All At Once?

I have a possible problem. On Monday, my aunt, the one who recently separated from my uncle, is scheduled for some relatively minor surgery on Monday and I agreed, when we saw them at Thanksgiving, I would come help out with my cousin whom is about my age and am just as close to as the one I visited down in Florida. (He has cerebral palsy and is confined to a wheelchair.) I am planning to go up Sunday.

I mentioned "movie woman" doesn't seem to want to get together again until after the holidays but I have two, possibly more depending on what happens in the next couple days, other POIs on the front burner. (Yeah, imagine me not putting all my eggs in one basket...) The last time I went away, Cupcake ended "it" for reasons that were always there so I see that as she just had time to think about it. I don't want these women to think about it until I myself have thought about it!

Now, here's hot off the presses news: As I started to write this, my aunt e-mails me informing that they both have colds meaning the surgery may have to be postponed and they'll let us know by Friday.

Now what am I asking from you? I guess I need assurance I'm not going be a lonely old bastard if this actually happens. (OK, yeah, I still might be even if it doesn't but you know what I mean.)

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Anonymous said…
Josh- you'll figure this all out. You're in a very difficult place in life right now- uncertainty in both your personal and professional lives. One day you'll look back at this time in your life and be proud you made it through. Take care of yourself and your spirit- know that everything will work out in the end.

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