Another day lost to work. I was only in my office for 11 hours today, better than yesterday’s 13. I don’t want to abandon my family like this every day, and I don’t. But some days call for extreme measures.

Some task lists call for extreme measures.

Tomorrow calls for volunteering at the local breast cancer awareness walk, the Women’s 5K Classic Health Expo. Then Saturday is laundry and looking for the concrete stuff and glazing I need to fix the hole by the foundation and all the windows. Sunday is church then a train ride for me and my son, the boy scout.

This has not been a banner week. However, I can finally say I’ve made progress – not much, but more than before, in actually doing some designing from this site. Custom is the name of the game, my dears. I’m going to do this site, then I’m going to take over the world. *evil laugh*

:)

The past couple of days my posts have come easily. I had something to write about, and I didn’t have to think about it much. Wednesday was an entirely different story.

I watched  a good movie last night called Sleepwalking. I like to think about what happens to the characters after the film is over (I do this with books, too). Usually either the film (book) says explicitly how things end, and you are presented with a definitive “happily ever after”, or you receive a vague “happy ending”, where you presume things will be okay because now everyone is on the right track. Of course there are exceptions, but this one wasn’t one. In Sleepwalking I received the vague idea that James would be okay, but I still enjoyed speculating as to what exactly happened. (I won’t spoil it for you.)

Right now I’m thinking back on what some people said when they heard where I might be moving. They thought, and told me, eventually, that I wouldn’t be happy here. I wonder what made them say that? What did they know that I didn’t? Was it just a feeling? Because now, of course, I’m very curious.

My son finished his homework at school Wednesday afternoon, which worked out very well because then my mom came by and they got to watch movies with her. My poor daughter cried when it was time for Grandma to leave, which was sad, but I’m sure made my mom feel loved. I think she worries that even though we’re going to visit every weekend (and hijack their clothes washer), that the kids will forget them. Not happening, Grandma.

I’m reading again! The Time Traveler’s Wife is an interesting read. I was warned that it was jerky, but I don’t mind it at all. It’s completely perfect with the way the protagonist’s life is.

That’s all there is for now. Expect your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. Thanks!