Can you tell I’ve been in a blog blah slump-y thing lately? Yeah. I have been home almost all day, every day, working. Tired. Uninspired. I still have stories to tell, but I can’t seem to string them together.
It’s been bad enough that during readings, I have been searching and failing to find the correct word. Trying to say “specific” sounds like “sup sup blubblubdeblub specific”. Luckily, the client finds it amusing.
I’ve been making it a point to get more sleep and drink more water. It gives me stamina. Who thought that they would need stamina to talk on the phone all day? I’ve made a commitment to work more hours each week in order to be able to take time off to visit with the clan while the Papa is still alive. He isn’t feeling so good. The only time he gets out now is to take a joyride in the ambulance to the hospital.
My liddle sister, Red, is the unifying force behind the family gathering. She’s the one who keeps us in the loop about what’s going on, and she’s the one who, for some strange reason, has great memories of her much older siblings.
(When I say much older, I mean that she is a week younger than my oldest son, Dances with Shrapnel. He used to enjoy calling her Aunt Red.)