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    As you know, school started last week, and I've been trying hard to establish some sort of regular schedule.  I have it all planned out in my head - heck, I have it all on paper - but you know that saying about "the best-laid plans..."?  Yep, it's true.  Incredible as it seems, life is not conforming to my plans.  I don't understand it either.  At any rate, it seems that this is the way it's going to be, so I suppose I'll just have to adapt as best I can and go on with life.  Probably the first thing I should do is make the alarm a little louder (or place it farther from the bed) so I don't just slap it off and go back to sleep.  Not that I've done that recently.  Nope, not me. Just an example of - aahh - preventative measures, yeah, that's it!  ...yawn...
    In the non-school hours, I've been running friends to airports, trying to get a handle on the laundry, harassing the shipping company ( we still don't have our things from Germany), looking for a family doctor, and trying to keep the kids from stringing each other up.  All this punctuated by frequent coughing, sneezing and nose-blowing, courtesy of the Cold That Will Not Die.  Fun, eh?  Not to mention that I've been out of my prozac for about three weeks a little while, and amazingly enough that tends to up the grouchy factor by about 237% on any given day.   (DUH, you'd think I'd know by now, but NOOOooooo, I always think I'm going to suddenly become stable and well-balanced and all that...can we say "slow learner"?)  And yes, I did track down a doctor, and I'm going tomorrow to get my much-needed "happy pills".   I'm slow but I do get there eventually!   (no comment, Giggles) 
    And how is life treating all of you?  I hope that you're all feeling more organized and in control than I do.  If so, please let me know how you do it!  And if not, well - join the club! 


Yeesh...

    We started school Tuesday and between that, the approximately 2,743 other things I have on my mind, and the lingering reminders of my cold (let's not talk about just exactly how many tissues one woman can use in one day), I am wiped.  ....um, I really didn't mean that to be punny, but it kinda is...see what I mean?
    Anyway, I am here - sort of - but for right anything interesting that happens in my life is pretty well buried under subjects and predicates and multiplying fractions and blahblahblahblah.  You know.  Y'all just keep your fingers crossed that I don't disappear in a flood of science experiments and history reports, okay? 


And speaking of germs - !!

    I swear to you, this is the cold that WILL. NOT. END.  The boys have been sniffing and coughing and carrying on for over a week; daughter has been blowing and wheezing since Tuesday or so; and I thought I was getting better, until yesterday.  Yesterday I woke up with the firm conviction that a team of Clydesdales had been tap-dancing on me all night long, while a group of particularly vicious snot-elves had set up a full-scale brawl in my sinuses.  By last night my throat was full of sand and I had developed an extremely annoying hacking cough.  Today - well, let's just say that today is worse.  Beheading sounds like a very agreeable possibility at the moment.  If my head's gone, it can't hurt, right?  Sigh.
    So in between drinking tea till my tonsils are floating, blowing my nose, coughing, and moaning pitifully, I've not made much progress on the socks for my niece.  Thank God she has little feet, or I'd really be in trouble.  (I will note in passing that I will never knit socks for my husband or his older brother - size 13 and 15 feet, respectively. I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid.)  I'm trying, but it's slow going right now.  She may wind up with ankle warmers and an I.O.U.  It's the thought that counts, right?  Please say yes - you're dealing with an ill woman, you know!  (sniff...sniff...) Okay, off to knit another two rows before I have to cough/sneeze/blow my nose again.  Have a great Labor Day weekend, everyone, and watch out for those snot-elves!