You know, I always liked the title of that play. I also always liked the title of the play “Oh Dad Poor Dad Momma’s Hung You in the Closet and I’m Feeling so Bad.”
I have no idea what either of them are about. In fact, I have no idea if the second one is a play title or a song title, and have no desire to Google it.
But I gotta tell you, right now, inspiration is low. Repeat, inspiration is low.
I’m sorry for the lack of posting. I haven’t got much heart these days. Money worries, cat worries, job worries (still a temp, no end in sight), stress up the wazoo. I know there are bigger problems in the world, but y’know, these are my problems, and they seem pretty big to me.
If I could run away from home for a week, I’d do it. Unfortunately, that’s not an option.
The cats and I will keep praying for you and Gracie–that both of you may thrive and flourish as well as heal. And that includes your job concerns– I know how that kind of stress can really wear a person down. {{virtual hug}}
Hey, you could come live here… but the cats would not get along… *sigh*… oh well, its not an uproarious life anyways. The pay would be so-so, too… and then there is this whole ‘getting well enough to move out of the climate that is killing me’ deal.
No, living in the Land of Grey is not fun, either, and you do deserve better than *that*.