Oooh. No...

I went to get my driver's license renewed today.  I needed a new picture.

And boy, did I get one:


This is the temporary, of course - the real one, in glorious technicolor, will be in the mail within the next few weeks.  Lucky me.

Well, I look angry and pixelated and chunktacular.  And the camera doesn't lie.

So, I have my annual physical with my doctor next week.  I haven't lost weight since May.  Nothing.  Not an ounce.

So she's going to be thrilled.

And maybe even yell at me.

Who knows?  What I can say, is that I will be asking her to do a sleep study.  I feel exhausted and I'm done with all the snoring.

So, that's what I'm up to.  Work feels a little weird and scary at the moment - nothing specific, just a general feeling of, "all is not well".

And others are seeing it too - so while it's disconcerting, I know I'm not alone.

I recall the last few lines of one of my favorite poems - Speak White, by Michele Lalonde:

And we hear you say
We're doing all right
We're doing fine
Are not alone

We know
That we are not alone.