The C Word

Shoot, it almost feels right to say another day, another snow day--although that's exaggerating just a tad. Still, with all the snow days we've had the last few weeks my house should be spotless; my laundry all washed, folded and put away; and my novel should be written--longhand and word-processed. Yeah. Not so much. This weekend was a bit different, since I had a migraine and the party, but last weekend excepted, I don't take advantage of weekends anymore to get things done and get geared up for a week at work. All I have to to is gear up for the day or two or three until the next storm. And while I'm wasting a weekend I excuse myself delude myself into thinking that I'll be productive on my snow day(s). Yeah. Again: not so much. I feel like a shut-in. An unproductive one. Oh well. No use beating myself up for it. There's always tomorrow. Today I had other things on my mind.

Turns out my uncle doesn't have MRSA. He has lung cancer.

And that makes me so incredibly sad. For him, my aunt, D. My dad. The rest of his kids. Myself.

It also makes me realize how incredibly lucky I am...as are you, my friend.

Love you
B