Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

I am just back to work today after a late return from vacation last night. It didn't take me long to find things to stab myself in the eye with things early this morning, but the giant pile waiting for me at work is keeping me busy. I suspect I will spend a lot of my weekend really poring over all of it; turning over every last rock. DH will be gone all day Sunday. The initial reaction is that it was a beautiful event. A goddamn beautiful, classy event. Shit.


  1. Anonymous3:53 PM

    I want to say the perfect thing, that will make it feel better.

    But, I'm not sure there is such a thing.

    So, hugs. And hang in there.

    This too shall pass.


  2. Thank you Kim. You're right, there is no such thing. Except the voice in my head that has started to insist there has to be more to life than looking back over my shoulder.