Midlife is madness and the crisis is expensive … to my sanity.

Just when I think everything is calming down, it ramps back up to eleven. On what should be one of the happiest and most romantic days of my life, the unthinkable happens.

The ghosts I’d so kindly guided into the Light showed up on my front porch, including my dead husband.

Something or someone is messing with the balance and if it’s not remedied, the Darkness will destroy the world.

I really don’t have time for that crap.

With the love of my Immortal life and my batsh*t crazy friends by my side, I’ll take on the Higher Power and show It a thing or two; like what true faith means. No one is going to play life and death games with me. If they do … they’ll lose.

Wish me luck, because this time next week, I plan to be having the time of my midlife.