Good morning, everyone,

What grates deep down inside is less having to watch hired others do major tasks in my stead, like cleaning the gutters or replacing sprinkler heads, but minor, domestic, reoccurring tasks, like hauling our week's trash from our back door through the garden to the alley barrels. Not too long ago, that was a domestic task I could do without giving it a second thought. Nowadays, however, with a large fiber neuropathy making straightforward walking over the bumpy ground a feat worthy of not only second thoughts but maybe also even third and fourth thoughts, I find I have no choice but to 'stay out of the way' while my partner hauls the trash to the alley. I feel awful. I'm told I shouldn't feel that way, but I still do. I can't help it.

Ray (@ray666)