It seems I am suffering from ‘notenoughhoursinthedayitis’ lately, and there’s just not enough time left over, or rather not enough brainpower, to do much of anything except crawl into bed and hope the next day is better. And I’ve had the urge to rant, yet find myself feeling very guilty for feeling sorry for myself, when there are so many more in the world right now who would probably be grateful if all they had were my problems. I think I still can’t get my mind wrappped around the whole tsunami thing, more than 150,000 dead, more than half a million homeless, and here I am throwing a fit because I am frustrated with my job? Heck, I know in this economy I am lucky to even have a job I can make a living at. So I’ve just been laying low, eating a few more pepcids and hoping it will slow down the speed at which I am digesting my own esophagus.
There are a lot of changes in the wind for us right now (some of them even good) that I’d like to take the time and post about, and the usual animal chaos (Lilly injured her eyeball) and loser luck (our dryer broke down the month after the warranty ran out) but I will save it for another day. I just wanted to at least pop my head out from under my rock to let everyone know we are still alive.
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