I am wearing two pairs of pants and three sweatshirts. It's 5:30 this very early
Friday morning, and in an hour or so I'll start rattling the kids out of bed. Of course, at least ONE of them will
say, "I'm not going." I am sitting here, putting
drops in my eyes about every five minutes. One of the drugs I have to take
every day does a nice number on my eyes, and they are really dry all the time.
So I have to use drops - and not just any old drops, oh no. Not the cheap
Walgreen's drops that come in a bottle and last a couple of weeks. Those don't
work (well, they DO, but they sting). Oh no. I have to use the EXPENSIVE kind,
that come in a box of little plastic vials. We have these little empty
plastic vials scattered all over the house. Anyway, welcome to my new
section, created mostly to assure those of you who have stumbled into this
place that I am still alive. Lazy and undisciplined as ever, but still here. Still trying to figure what
life is all about. And more importantly, how to
get paid for it! You'd think by the age of
almost 50, I'd have some sort of clue. I can just see myself, on my deathbed,
gasping with my last breath, "NOW I've got it!" But this little voice keeps
screaming in my head, "Just do SOMETHING!" So here it is. If life is a journey, then
this will be something like, "Notes Along the Way." Maybe. I am not exactly sure
WHAT this will be. I guess we will just see what happens! |