Good morning, @mrshill

You are DEFINITELY not alone in this! The story I told yesterday about my Jepp and irrationally-possessive me was just a snapshot of what I'm experiencing these days. As I mentioned yesterday, my partner and I are in the midst of consolodating houses, so lots of noisy, chaotic moving going on. The sound of the unspooling of packing tape alone can be deafening. 🙂 This week, my partner has arranged for her sister and a duo of cousins to come to town to help with the moving. I have had to explain to my partner that when the noise and the yakkity-yak and the wheezing and the grunting get to be "too much," I will have to be elsewhere. She understands that my need to be elsewhere is not because I don't want to help; just the opposite: I WANT to help, but my PN prevents me––prevents me from doing anything but the most menial of things. That hurts. I wish it didn't, but––if I'm to be honest––it does. And thank goodness my partner understands. Thank goodness, too, I have an elsewhere (our other house) to which I'm able to retreat.

Cheers! (and I mean this most fervently)
Ray (@ray666)