Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for November 10, 2020

The joys of living alone. Whoever made the mess – you know who to growl at!

Yes, Aunty. We already know it’s you, not us.

You know that you are getting old when you are no longer the weirdest person in the room.

Aunty, isn’t that what you always see when you look in a mirror?

You?? Nah, NEVER. . .

And how does that make you feel?

I live alone and I swear someone sneaks in at night and hides stuff.

Walt! You forgot her mouth! ㋡

i get like that every once in a while with my chronic anxiety and depression. i take meds along with , long walks with my dog, keep busy doing things in my yard, and talk with a few friends.

All of us here, the cats too

Don’cha worry, Aunty. We realised it’s you, too.

And all those voices in you head agree.

Did you get a new jacket? It looks good on you.

You’re not going crazy, Auntie. You’re going sane in a crazy world!

Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my Mind the most.

When I was single, the cats moved stuff for me. That hasn’t changed.