Two Days...
until the #&*!@ Pirate Party^(tm) .
I'm feeling better. The doctor thought I had problems with my anti-hypertensives along with a bad case of voodoo curse and the "EXHAUSTION." There is nothing in the pharmacopeia to ameliorate the voodoo curse. (But seriously folks, there is a person I work with who does not like me and is having great difficulty hiding her disdain. I have a high threshhold for crap, but even my nerves are jangled...) My doctor is a working mother with school age children - I'm not going to bitch to her about the "EXHAUSTION." But I do have a Michael Moore-esque movie idea. Let's take the video camera with us while Rick drives me around to a series of ER's and tries to have me admitted for "EXHAUSTION." ( I have met some nurses who frequently must work double shifts. Their reactions would make good cinema!)

The house is coming along beautifully.
The new toilet seat is almost installed. I discoved a chip out of the 'paint' but I don't have the receipt nor the energy to try to exchange it (you know, the "EXHAUSTION"). With 48 hours to party time, minutes are too precious to use up in the customer service queue at Wal-Mart.

There are times when I am envious of my more prosperous acquaintances. But...when I hear about how they must entertain as part of their husband's business lives my life starts to look much better. More relaxed. More casual. More room for curling up with a book.