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I'm a suit addict...

ME >>>

I cannot seem to put it all together.

Yes, I've kept in touch by blogging (not much) and posting on facebook (an addiction).

Yes, I get out every day. I usually eat and use the computer at the Senior Center.

Yes, I check in at the various coffee shops in town (No, they are not like the ones in Amsterdam).

Yes, I'm getting through my photos of my last trip to Costa Rica.

Yes, I called my mother, my aunt and one cousin this past week.

Yes, I un-cluttered a little and cleaned a little. A little is better than nothing.

Yes, I probably screwed myself by not buying tickets to Europe back in February; but, I can still afford to go to Portugal if I wish. Norway? That's another issue.

Yes, my dirty clothes are waiting for a wash; but, that's what dirty clothes do. I'm quite up on laundry, thank-you.

Yes, the dishes are washed.

Yes, I'm reading. Just finished The Bat (Flaggermusmannen) by Jo Nesbø.

Yes, I've even written a bit.

So.........

What's the problem?

Maybe there isn't one. I'm just not satisfied and my uncertainty is making me sad and depressed.

Do most people go out and spend when they feel this way? I desperately try not to. I can travel because I am careful with my money.

However, I have a bad habit...

(besides chocolate)

(and eating)

I bought another Italian suit for me! Cost me $10.

....

And I bought another that's too long and should fit my friend Nick (another $10).

I now have 10 Italian 100% wool suits that cost me $90 (most are Canali). From grey to charcoal to black to navy, some have pinstripes. Some are heavier, others light summer wear.

10.

And there are still more on the rack that fit me...

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