When there’s nothing to post, there’s usually too much on fire.
To wit: bank threatening to freeze assets, lawn dying mysterious death in spots, children booooored but unwilling to do anything around the house, in debt to my eyeballs and no paycheck in sight, kids off camp all week but have wonderful neighbor with pool and two accompanying children of appropriate age, Phil well into fifteenth day on east coast, torn between finding more affordable digs and preserving childhood home, warmed by rave reviews of session given to national professional association accompanied by realization that the things most appreciated and valued are those I do for love, not money, and that I will die an entertaining pauper. On anti-depressants.
So. Not much to do but pack up the kids, invade neighbor’s pool, help paint a room, find lunch or at least cash for same, contemplate having car windows fixed (smoke came out of switch when tested with nail file, not encouraging), finish laundry, crack a beer, and wait for the day to be over.
How about you?