Whatever works

My friend Lorna apologized in her blog for venting her dark feelings in it. To be honest, that is exactly why I have stopped blogging. I barely have the energy to get out of bed, much less write anything entertaining.

I am constantly tired, constantly disgusted with myself, constantly whining. And while all of that is pretty consistent, I also have plenty of vacillation going on between job choices and what I want to be when I grow up.

Wow. Not exactly stuff you want to write for posterity.

So, I don't write at all.

Which is a shame, really. Because someday I am going to stop whining, get off my ass and make something happen. And when I do, I'm going to look back at this blog and see how far I've come.

Hang in there, Lorns. We love reading what you write, no matter what it is.

And now, I have to get ready for work.

More Morass

I have to work from 3 to 10 pm tonight. I hate it. I hate being away from my kids at night. But evidently I don't hate it enough to find another job.

Joseph told me the other day that I should think about the things I like about my job so it wouldn't be so bad.

Smart kid.

Not a lot, but at least it's something

Well, I turned 43 on January 4th. Zach and Ali came up and brought me a card and a birthday cake. They shot some fireworks with the kids and it was nice.

My Christmas tree is still up and I've been sick with some sinus crud for a few days.

Obviously, I haven't been blogging every day.

I am really tired a lot lately and don't have much to say.

Woo-hoo! Yay me, I'm 43.