Peparin for a commercial audiion in Nashville. Caring for the last two of my 9 grandsons. Unpacking my new veneers. Picking up new old-guy drugs.

Just returned from weekend in Minnesota.

Visted sister-in-law in Stage 2 of ALS.

Please Google it and give it some more thought.

Since 2011, when I thought I would try school bus driving as a part time job, I never had this dy in mind. A few hours a day expanded. The days of the week increased. The wages went up.

But the toxic environment stayed. Always short of drivers. Awkward hires with limited people skills. And a school system that could care less what the bus drivers said. Student write-ups that went nowhere. Bullying in it's many forms continued. Some routes with kids who were always unruly and disrespectful.

Now I can rest. I tried my best for more than a dozen years.

As an older Bipolar, I feel obligated to share insights with any and all.

We must jump he silence stigma hurdle and talk about the mental health crises in our country.

Are you struggling with today's news?

Have you talked to anyone about your thoughts?

Following years of erratic thoughts and racing thoughts at bedtime, medication and therapy has calmed thing down.

My podcast is designed to help those that suffer in silence.

Most bus drivers are in their 70s.

Do you know your bus driver?

Why are retirees going back to work?

So, trying to com to grips with retiring AGAIN in my life. First it was the Army...then the Postal Service...and now, no more driving a school bus.

I was hoping for a carefree summer and then Trump bombs Iran, WTH?