Tired after making tacos and ice cream sandwiches for lunch, chicken fajitas with rice, beans and guacamole for dinner, and lots of ziplock bags full of spaghetti sauce, chili, beans, and chicken breasts in garlic-lime marinade for the freezer.
Happy that yesterday I finally made a dent in the avalanche of papers on my desk and the endless rows of scribbles on my To Do list. And you were wondering why I wasn’t blogging.
Still in shock over the size of the “stimulus” bill that was so urgent that Congress had to pass it without enough time for any member to read it all, so that it could sit on the President’s desk for several days while he had a long weekend in Chicago, then flew to Colorado for a big signing extravaganza like he was still on the campaign trail. Dude, you won. You don’t have to keep campaigning, okay?
Drinking half-decaf these days, not ready to dislodge the monkey from my back, but trying to make him ride with a slightly less ferocious grip. Exercising more (except today), eating less (again, except today), even taking vitamins.
Looking at the butterfly that Tess drew with more skill than I had realized she possessed. It would make me sigh wistfully and say, “My baby’s growing up,” but fortunately I have another to take her place as she moves into Big Girlhood.
Depressed by the letters to the editor in the Santa Fe New Mexican. The best thing about my trip to California may well have been not being in Santa Fe to read them on Inauguration Day. I could have read them online, but decided to save myself the trouble. I was on vacation, after all.
Missing my grandmother, who died 18 years ago on Valentine’s Day, relieving my husband of the obligation of buying me flowers and chocolates every year, since I will never find that day romantic.
Thanking God we found a wonderful babysitter whom my girls love, and without whom I would lose my sanity completely.
Looking at the rest of the To Do list I didn’t get to yet, and thinking maybe I need a glass of wine, carbs be damned.