One of those weeks… one of those weeks that hovered somewhere between blah and bad, never really tipping the scales in either direction, just hovering and being funky.
I really don’t have a darned thing to complain about really, but this week I got hit with several “hard” facts of life. Losing weight and getting into shape are hard. Writing a dissertation is hard. Keeping on top of bill paying and dish washing and email writing is hard. Trying to get to the office on time when your coffee pot dies is hard.
At least knitting isn’t hard, or at least the knitting I’m currently doing isn’t hard.
Nor was it hard to dig out my extra coffee pot and get back into the caffeine-happy world.
Writing, however, seems painfully hard at the moment so I’ve crept into my little hermit crab shell* and will return tomorrow, ready to face the world, hopefully with comments on all your blogs, pictures of my growing Clapotis and a baby sweater, and shoot, maybe even a good mood.
*I’ve never been one for astrology but I’ve got to say, sometimes it creeps me out when the profiles of Cancerians hits pretty close to home.