Some things
It has not been a good night. Chris and I fought hard about dealing with Tyler’s lack of get-up-and-go anywhere or do anything.
This week last year I was purchasing productivity apps every five minutes.
I’ve only used two of them with any regularity, but I hope I remember to claim them on my taxes.
I’m tense. Very tense.
I found out last night that the grant proposal I submitted to a local foundation to pay for some EBT program promotion for the market was funded.
I’m still pretty freaking tense.
I found out today that Lila doesn’t go back to school until Tuesday. She’s been off for two weeks. My Monday writing day that I had planned now includes one cranky eight year old up my ass every two minutes.
We rarely fight, Chris and I, and now I have a stomach ache.
Actually, my stomach really hurts. I wonder if I’m finally getting my turn with the tummy bug that’s been sweeping through Kent for the last two weeks. Great, I’m supposed to have a house full tomorrow night.
I’ve finally come to the logical conclusion that starting a wood-fired pizza business when I’m so obviously unable to digest wheat is a really bad idea. You’ll only hear me mentioning it in a sarcastically wistful fashion from here on out.
I wonder if a mobile raw food situation would fly in Kent. The land of pizza. Sigh.
I’m out of things.
