Normally, fodder for writing floods my mind in abundance and whittling it down to something coherent is the difficult part. Tonight, I'm only writing out of a sense of obligation because I haven't written in a long time. Some inner sense of responsibility whispers that coming back and not writing is worse than not coming back at all.
Nadia's due date is the end of August. Jenn and I wanted to go to Mexico in July and visit our old church and friends, but I just don't feel easy about it. Neighboring areas are on the "Do Not Visit" list published by the US Consulate and kidnapping is at an all time high. Our friends wouldn't let us off the plane without our girls, so I guess we just won't go. *grin*
Life is so very busy right now, and that's just working to make ends meet. I'm not complaining, just grateful for the opportunities I've been afforded. I only hope my Roth IRA will be worth something when I'm too old or feeble to work. We'd like to travel again.
I've been ill lately and sleeping quite a bit. A sinus infection laid me low for a few days. I refused to take antibiotics after I read that the CDC discourages it, since they are not an effective treatment. Well, after two days of blowing bloody snot (apologies for the disgusting nature of this post) and suffering unprecedented (for me) sinus pain, I almost caved and went to the doctor. Fortunately, that was the last of it and I'm feeling better now. HOWEVER, now my throat is excruciatingly sore. 6 on a scale of 0-10. I can't catch a break.
I regret this post is not witty, nor informative, nor entertaining. Perhaps my muse will return once life slows down a bit.