OK, so the last post was a little bit Sound of Music (thanks Sean) . . . maybe RaisingCayne's comments were a little more realistic. At least they got more of a laugh out of The Sister.
You'll have to forgive me. If I don't focus on things like that sometimes, I'll end up committed to a mental hospital before the new year. You know how your body has that fight or flight reaction at danger, like when you find a bear in your backyard? I kind of feel like that now. Like the moment my Dr. left, my body went into that survival mode . . . I gotta stick around fighting, 'cause if I stop to think about all the things looming ahead, and all the crappy little things day to day, I'll end up running. Sometimes I do that with the Little Mary Sunshine in me.
I could post about the bathroom mirror that's broken and won't get replaced until I find a handyman who can remove the damn decorative mounts.
Or the unnamed cable company (rhymes with Bombast) that can't figure out how to switch my service to the modem in my house and cuts off my Internet now and then.
Or the fact that I've lost key managers on 75% of my client engagements (read, "do it yourself, Mrs. - Senior Manager - Chako").
But all that seems pretty petty when you bump that up against the fact that DrChako and company are carrying weapons to breakfast and tourniquets in their pockets because they are stuck in our favorite hell hole trying to help people who will never really like us that much.
So your stuck with the occasional post about rainbows and kittens . . . and John Cusack. And Edward Norton. And Hugh Jackman.
Speaking of which, Nana Judy sent me a Cusack movie to watch . . . (*sigh*) . . .
Now I must get some sleep - I have a 7 a.m. flight to catch for work tomorrow.