A Ghost of a Chance

There is a spirit in our house. We can hear the sound of doors closing in the basement...someone else breathing...yes...someone else breathing. My daughter complains of it. I shut the lights out in my room one night, laid back and closed my eyes then heard someone let out a heavy sigh. I listened to hear if maybe one of the kids had come upstairs but no...they were downstairs in their rooms. The dogs were asleep. I contemplated whether or not it was something worth freaking me out and I just rolled over and went to sleep. Frankly, if the 'spirit' isn't going to hurt me...what do I care? Bethany woke up once when the TV in her room came on. I might have been miffed at the spirit waking me up. Speaking of miffed...it is official...my thyroid is on its last thread of life. I have to find a doctor to take the blood test, and put me on meds. I will worry about having the other half removed surgically until after the beginning of the year. My siblings are trying to work out a 60 year anniversary open house/party for our parents. I just told them to figure it out and let me know. With no thyroid action going on here, I am just way too tired out to even think most of the time. Troy has been quiet. I am jinxing myself here but he hasn't lectured me in a while. I am beginning to believe some of his problem is the chemical mess he made of his brain when he was on crack. He forgets, he is paranoid...and it makes him ornery...and I get the brunt of it. I am used to the paranoid/forgetfulness. My mom's side of the family has that problem...but it was not a problem with them until they were in their late 70's. Troy is only 48. I am seeing a hospice in his near future. The mental ward. Even unmarried I would make sure he was somewhere that he could be taken care of. His family would not care. And I would not let him end up as a homeless mental patient living under a bridge somewhere. And I know by the end of the work day I have a splitting headache and feel like I've been run over, then backed over by a truck. I wonder if I could teach the ghost to give me a backrub?