I quit the group...and tore down a tv antenna

And that's about all I can say I did yesterday, beyond the minimum requirements of eating, walking and exercise. I did research lethal doses of hydrocodone, but was unconvinced that it would be a painless way to go. All of the leftover prescriptions I have would certainly be enough to kill me, but possibly with more pain and suffering due to the huge amounts of acetaminophen mixed in with the opioid. I don't want to die of liver malfunction, I just want to go to sleep.

The tv antenna had been hanging upside down from a light pole in my yard for over a year. Since the fire. It was literally hanging by a thread, or wire, as the case may be. But enough was enough. I pulled on the wire and down it came. One rusted bolt had snapped and the other pulled out easily from the soft wood. It is so much less unsightly to look up and not see the corpse of antenna that served only as a monument to that destructive windstorm. It was a minimum work, maximum reward, kind of task.

Quitting the group was harder. My browser or Facebook or some combination of things wouldn't let the "leave group" button work. Maybe it was my pending post. After trying all sorts of other things, I deleted it (again) and finally I was free. I am petty and reported the group as spam or a scam. Why? Besides being petty, I feel that it was at the least disingenuous to name a group "You are not alone" and then leave people hanging for days while waiting for some approval process. Do you know what those days are to a lonely person? For fucking ever, that's what. A person, who really doesn't want to reach out, finally does and is met by a week long wall of silence. Well, fine, I don't want to be in a group that doesn't want me in it, anyway.

Oh, and I also spent some time researching commas. The kind of questions that come up on what rules are hard and fast and which ones can cheerfully be ignored. I'm already aware of my incomplete sentences and am quite ok with that. I'm sure my prose has plenty of other issues, too, I don't care. I invoke poetic license. Frequently. I'm licentious that way. But the use of commas was bugging me. I'm still on the fence about some of the places I use them, but I don't think it is going to change how I use them. I will just be more aware of which rules I am breaking.

Now I need to get up and walk the dogs. They need it and so do I. All this sitting around during the day makes my butt hurt. And the dogs have got mailboxes to examine and pee on.