My house still has a blue roof from Hurricane Ike and my back siding still hasn't been fixed which allows water to soak my carpet if we get a driving southerly rain.
My dad's lymphoma has decided to make a small return appearance. It's exactly the same type he had three years ago and the doctor says the chemo now is even less toxic than it was when he was first treated and he's confident dad will kick the cancer to the curb again this time.
My son and his family will be moving into their new house soon, I have a Spindletop Spin rest stop to organize and a class reunion to help plan. Those are all good things. Yes, they are.
For a couple of weeks, I'll be covering the desk of a very busy co-worker. Yesterday, I found out that two other people whose desks I cover also had to be out Monday for one reason or another.
My new philosophy...
A friend e-mailed me this morning and asked how things went yesterday (work-wise) and I said, "It was fine, once I decided to give up. It all became much easier after that."
I wasn't being sarcastic. At about 9:00 a.m. yesterday morning I thought, "I can only do what I can do. I'm not going to worry about any of it." After that, nothing bothered me and I just muddled through putting out fires and hoping for the best.
Then, I drank a margarita for supper.
And, you know what? This morning, the office was still here, the world didn't end and I don't have swine flu.
So, here's my advice to you: Stop trying to swim upstream, take a deep breath and go with the flow. It's quite liberating.
The brilliant Carly says I should create a t-shirt that says, "Everything's fine...since I gave up." She's so clever.