And so...it snows. Again. As we speak, it's 4:24 in the blessed am, and the snow plows are banging around so loudly outside, I don't know how Mark can sleep through it. We must have all of two inches out there, and the property management company that runs this building finds it absolutely imperative that the plows show up and keep us all awake....while I am all FOR snow removal, is it not possible to do it once the sun comes up? I mean, today --a SUNDAY-- is not even a real business day, and 99% of the retail establishments downstairs aren't even open. Aside from that, it just began snowing, within the past hour....most sane, logically thinking individuals wait until near the end of the storm to begin the process, unless of course the snow removal company wants to make a twelve hour job out of four or five inches of the glorious crap. UGH. Frustrated much?
Not that I spent much time sleeping last night anyway. Too many things on my mind, too much to worry about, too much head time in general. Part of it is generated by usual things...kids, money - oh money...sigh. Financial ruin is not feeling very good. I have not been in this position for about twenty or more years, at least not laying awake worrying about the how. And forget about the why...I can see part of it is my own doing. Stupid decisions made, but never with the intent of being stupid. Yes, yes...I know the saying...about the road to hell and good intentions. That and $2.01 will get you a cup of coffee. (a venti dark, with extra cream, just so you all know)
Part of the reason I cannot sleep is because of CrazyDog. In fact, no one has slept well with CD in the house, not for quite some time. She has complete other worlds happening in that head of hers, and her demons most definitely come out at night. However, she is not here. She is at the kennel, because Mark is leaving today for a week, and CD and I no longer understand one another well enough to get along all alone for that long. So, in the interest of me not killing her while he's gone, he thought it best to take her to doggie lock up for that time. I was so looking forward to a quiet night, no low-pitched growling, no barking, no clickity-clickity-click of her nails on the wood floor, pacing back and forth. What do you think happened? It was too quiet, too empty, and did not feel like my home, all night long. At least until the plows showed up. Go figure.
And there you have my life recently. There are things happening behind the scenes, and soon I hope to tell you that I have found something that will save me from complete insanity. I don't want to say anymore because a job in the hand is worth two in the bush and right now, the bush is all I have. But soon.
Happy Sunday. :)