Sorry, I just can’t bring myself to write. Too much stuff. Too much food. Too much junk. Too much trauma, drama. Anybody who knows me knows what’s going on.
Between Tracy, the bus/police situation, the calendar committee, my weight, Scott, new phone, Mikelle and Log, the lawn, negotiations, work, Becky, etc., I’m a mess.
And no amount of writing is going to change that, so . . .
I wish I could write about
the nice dinner
the great weekend at Tracy’s
the Mindy Gledhill concert
the Shakespeare performance
the 8 haircuts
the new game
my new crafts
my new clothes
But I just can’t get there from here.
[I know tomorrow will be a new day. I’m counting on it!]
149 today. That’s really sucky!