I ordered some baby chicks, and they were delivered today. All of them were dead. Yeah, they are just little bitty things, but I'm crying here, and thinking: I really want a cake from Wal-Mart! And a big honkin' cheeseburger. And a malted.
Daggone it ... my car's still snowed in!
So instead I'm drinking decaf coffee with hot cocoa, and laying on my bed, trying to distract myself with a James Patterson novel.
Will try to be strong.
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...