Thursday

Yesterday was a strange day. Like when I stood in the street and watched a bulldozer-type city truck accidentally back over a co-worker's vehicle. And then some other things, which aren't very happy, but as usual, I'm staying vague.

And then there are the little silly things, like I haven't finished wrapping presents, we're not sure if we're leaving tomorrow night or Saturday to drive eight hours to see my family (hooray for pending ice storms), my husband's gift hasn't arrived yet, the stairs are covered in a thick coating of dog hair, I have a cold, I have hurt my back and it's making me want to scream every time I breathe which means I did not sleep last night, I feel bad that my husband has to grade about fifty billion portfolios and turn in grades by tomorrow, the day we are not sure if we are driving eight hours (starting at five pm).

So tonight I plan on cleaning and wrapping gifts and packing and possibly baking and maybe doing some laundry and maybe strangling four bad pets.

I have to go to work!

Love,
me