I have exactly 15 minutes to write this before the next adventure/duty/pain in my ass begins.  Argh, I just want a nap and a drink or just a damn Valium.  I want to be a 50s era housewife, stoned out of her gourd on tranquilizers, not giving a damn if her roast comes out perfectly timed with her itty bitty potatoes or if the blasted gravy is perfect or not. 

And just for the record, the gravy I made last night?  It's more of a sauce, a watery sauce.  Great flavor, thin as hell, I don't care.  It was edible, that's all that matters at this point. 

Dad, for those of you on the notify list (and really if you're not, carry your ass to the right, join it, you know you want to) is doing fine, he's home, the infection is gone, hopefully for good this time.  He goes off the IV antibiotics tomorrow.   

My wrists are healing, slowly but surely.  My right hand is technicolored again, but I knew I had been doing to much lately.  I'll put my brace on and rest it for a few days when I have time.  As for now, no time, no time. 

This weekend is shaping up to be just as busy, if not busier than the past month.  I have a zillion things to do and no time to do them all. Plus if I don't wash clothes soon, I'm going to be wearing my high school graduation gown and nothing else. 

I haven't gotten to bask in the glory of my favorite month, there isn't the time to enjoy October this year.  And my favorite spots to sit at night and watch the leaves over the water?  Hell, if the trees are still there (which most of them are not), they look awful.  The sand is gone, the beach is horrendous looking.  I still can not get over how Hurricane Isabel ravished my little town of Colonial Beach.   

I haven't looked at the pictures we took since I put them up (here) as I just can't bring myself to do it. 

Okay, 7 minutes left. 

The weather is beautiful, cool and crisp, the perfect of fall days and I haven't stopped to enjoy it yet.  Our anniversary camping trip is off, since the park we were going to is closed due to hurricane damage.  We can't afford another park, so home it is. 

At least, we'll be alone, as my family is off for the weekend.  The peace, the quiet, the lack of housework, I won't know what to do with myself.  I'll figure something out (yeah insert a shit eating grin here) 

As you'll see, there are now comments on each entry.  I hope they'll be used, because if they're not, I may just cry. 

Okay, I have to throw this into the html editor and ftp it. 

Have a good day, all. 
 

Suzy Smith