Well, I feel like the shock of Michael Jackson's death is behind me. I let myself feel down in the dumps for three days, but it's time to move on. I just hope the media doesn't further crucify this extraordinary talent.
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Today all three kids are home, and so far two are still in bed. And it's 1 p.m. How do they do this? When I loll about in bed I am subject to strange dreams that usually involve skyscrapers and feeling as though I'm being chased.
Because it's still stupidly hot I might not leave the house today; or, end up seeing a movie. My Sister's Keeper intrigues me, but I don't know if what I need now is a crying spell. The heat already has me feeling depressed.
I've done no writing on my Bologna Book. Will I even get to it this summer?
About Me
- Kate
- Kansas City, Missouri, United States
- Last August, I turned 46. I am in the middle of my life's book. If I live to be 92, I am halfway done, and I find that truth to be highly motivating (there's so much more I want to do and accomplish!). However, I'm also feeling cranky: My children are all single, I don't have any grandbabies, I'm fat; I'm not publishing; I'm not teaching. What's the deal?
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