Apparently the old saw “If you can’t say anything nice…” applies to blogging, too. So I haven’t blogged. I feel guilty about unloading all my angst on the hapless half-dozen who might cruise by here.
Or maybe I’m just cautious about provoking my computer. Because when my computer gets mad at me, he does really brutal things in retaliation. We have kind of a toxic relationship. I have a call into an abuse victims’ hotline.
[Nice computer. Good boy!]
As almost anyone who knows me could have predicted, my previous wave of positivity washed up on the shore and slunk back out to sea, leaving a lot of spiny and disgusting creatures rotting on the beach. Maybe it was the unwelcome revelation that my hubby could be without work until January. Or later. Maybe it was the laundry scattered all over the house, the dirty dishes overflowing the sink, the toys flung hither and yon, and the mound of crap on my desk. Maybe it’s the strange clicking noise my knee makes as I’m walking down the stairs.Continue Reading