...they're on my horizon. After waking up at 3 o'clock in the morning with a terrifying, sweaty, heart-pounding nightmare about my difficult client, I decided it was time to cut my losses and follow the yellow brick road. Something like that. Anything to get a good night's sleep.
I had a very, very sad Thanksgiving. Mother died on October 21st last year. You'd think that would've been the worst. I think I was numb. This year was excruciating. So very lonely. Extenuating circumstances, but still, there's no avoiding the pain. I wallowed in it. Spent about 36 hours in a close-to-comatose state. The one bit of relief was watching Elf on TV. I really identified with him. Crazy, huh? I can think of worse characters to be like.
Ok, somehow, I've listened to some Reggae song called Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego 15 times in a row now. In case you're wondering, it's not the same one we learned in Vacation Bible School. Or was that called "Daniel in the Fiery Furnace"? Heck, it's too confusing. I'm just hoping Desperate Housewives is new tonight. November sweeps - should be. I should check my DVR for last week's episode. Antiques Roadshow is a good bet, too.
The Daddler's had din-din. Vegetable beef soup - the broth was "too thin", but otherwise, it was "all right." He's a regular James Beard. Kiddo is back at school. I'm biding my time until the holidays are over. My Black Friday just involved a trip to Walgreens for an overdue prescription. From what I hear, though, the retailers did ok without me. Let's hope the stock market reflects it tomorrow.
Stick a fork in me. I'm done...
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