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Hah! Looking at this reminds me that today is my son's birthday - 55! I woke up this am realizing how much life my dad missed. He died at 58. He so wanted to spend time with "little boy": "When I retire, little boy and I will go on trips..." I never told him I was pregnant; it would have been more to miss. I have outlived my dad by almost 20 years, have had 30 more years of my sons than he had of his kids, grandkids and, now, great grands.

I feel - either very tired, or somewhat "depressed". I got up about 9:30, not wanting to but to make BF for R. I found him different clothes for today, washed the dishes and ate BF while reading. I am failing to understand WHY I am so tired, never mind what to do about it.

If I am going to sit here wanting to go back to bed- a de-tox bath...