Too many straws

One day 10 or 15 years ago, the stand on my newest action figure, Moishe the Wild Thing, didn't fit. I kind of lost it.

That's the first time I really knew what it meant to be the camel, whose back was broken by one last straw.

It has happened since, to be sure, and the straws are building up these days.

• Mom is not recovered yet. Every time  close my eyes, I see the incident.
• People in my extended family are hurting.
• I got a keyboard recommended by an assistive technology specialist, and it is not making me type faster.
• Work is kind of overwhelming.
• A friend who said they would text didn't.