So yesterday sucked. No snazzing that up—it just sucked. And I didn’t sleep worth a damn last night. I felt like crap, my back—which carries my stress—hurt like hell, I was given devastating news about the health of two family members yesterday, and I was constantly fighting the urge to go stick the thermometer in Short Kid’s ear while he was peacefully sleeping.
Finally, at 5:30, I gave up the pretense and came downstairs to curl up on the couch with my coffee, my dog and my iTouch, on which I read my blog feeds. The first thing I read was that Jill Shalvis’s Mountain Barbie has passed away. I loved that dog. I always thought she would have been a great dog for my Short Kid, and I started off the day with a good cry.
So now, as I remarked on Twitter, I’m done for the weekend. My funny’s broken and I’m going into hibernation. Later we’ll drag our ragamuffin selves up to camp.
BUT…to leave on a high note, Monday I’ll be giving away two copies of a novella I recently loved, so come back then!