EVENING EXERCISE
Mr. B is rollerblading as fast as possible, up and down the sidewalk, wearing only shorts and a pair of rubber surgical gloves.
Business as usual.
Okay, I'm back in the blogging world , after being deliberately absent for awhile. I didn't even check my blog for comments. Who the hell cared? I certainly didn't. After all, what do I have to share? Nothing. Well, maybe a few things.
But then BIG BELLY had to go and make a comment on my blog. Damned Elders.
So, here I am, posting again.
I'm really tired. Pooped out. I'm tired of Mr. B entertaining himself by eating a chair while I take 15 minutes to sit down and rest. I'm tired of my self-rightous lesbian neighbor continuing to come over to my house to complain about something like The Guitar God playing his drums at 9:45 on a Saturday night. I'm tired of people that I love and support with all my heart flaking out on me at the last minute, again and again. I'm tired of my ex-husband casually mentioning that he's flying to New York on Wednesday, the one night that I have to myself, so obviously any plans that I've made are now moot. I'm tired of being a really good person and feeling like Life isn't paying much attention. I'm tired of that stupid woman who left a message telling me to take town my "Lost Cat" flyers because the graffiti on the telephone poles disturbed her. I'm tired of being tired.
Then again, I'm really looking forward to the plans that I have! The new life that I have planned. I'm seriously tired and overly optimistic at the same time. It's a crazy way to live, but it's what I've got right now. I'm counting on those who love me.
