I am tired. No doubt about that. It's a hard thing to go to work at 51 and do a 1-hour metro transit twice a day.  But I am resolving my life without the Social Security Disability check, and that is actually pretty hopeful. It means I can survive the zombie apocalypse. It also does wonders for my peace of mind being able to pay the rent myself, with no need for the unpredictable social security check. But I am exhausted. And cranky.

My energy level affects my ability to do things like writing and painting. I have creative urges that go unanswered because I have no energy to work on them. But it's ok. I'm paying the rent.