Well, suffice it to say that this week has been up, and it’s been down. There’s almost too much to write at the moment and I’m too pooped to even think. Let’s just say it involves career choices mixed in with a dollop of hangwringing and anxiety.
Unrelated:
I usually don’t laugh out loud while reading about other people’s misfortunes, but Very Mom’s sunburn story made me giggle.
Poor gal.
Related:
Speaking of doing crazy things while you drive down the highway… In a twist of fate and time I found myself doing something that, although isn’t exactly defined in the lawbooks as ILLEGAL, it would have been frowned upon by the Ottawa police force. Contrary to what you might be thinking, I wasn’t on the phone, cranking the tunes, breaking up a fight in the back seat NOR was I laying wipes on myself – no – I was drying a pair of newly-washed shorts. With air vents cranked. But more on that later.
