Sometimes I write here to get my thoughts on paper, so to speak. Have, pretty much, given up my hand-written journals, having overloaded on them when my neighbor was ill with ALS. Just got burned out writing out my frustrations back then. I know I'll get back to them, but for now, it's not what I want to do.

Now I tend to put in here what's on my mind, no matter what's rattling around in there. Feeling battered just now. A neighbor has had to go back to the hospital with problems with her Addison's, and my childhood friend is, once again, dealing with cancer. Darn. Plus, my husband's shop is over-flowing with work (which is a huge blessing) but he's feeling a bit overdone himself. A one-man shop is a lonely place to be, and his is on exception. I think I've been fretting over out oldest son and his job as well. Just being a mom. This cold we've passed around has worn us out to boot. The tiredness related to it is a bit wearing, to say the least. Not used to a simple bad cold leaving such fatigue.


Going to take a deep breath and try to sort my thoughts. To enjoy the evening watching 'The Amazing Race' and get into another book. The house is relatively tidy, so that's not a worry, which is nice. Will attempt to look at this evening, and only that. That's as far as I need to see anyhow.