12H36pm. local time.

I shat my pants today...sigh, so gross and totally feels nasty of course but whatever, I cleaned everything.

There will be laundry to do today and walks to take maybe too.

I am at home, taking care of my ailing health in many ways. My lower back, my mind, my lungs, my body.

Our bodies, hubby and I, are very worn down.

Hubby is adamant he wants to live until he is 80. I certainly don't.

I don't even want to make 60 though it is often an amazing age for me. I aged and got worn out quicker in this extreme life of crazy wisdom all along. The shitting pants really is weird but it is life. Impossible to not feel weird when you shit your pants if you don't have an excuse like me, my broken vertebrae lower back. Usually, being covered in poog is common during the war. Just saying everyone, there may be a reason I am so blunt about poop and in myself too. I am certainly not bragging I hope. ah! A Dutch boy may shit his pants in NZ. Send toilet paper.