Have to be brief, as I have a lot of stuff to do, and I’m feeling stressed. Mostly it’s good stress from having a big pile of work on my plate. Some of it is icky stuff though, too.

Dad’s surgery is a week from today. I am worried.

Lucas and I are having a hard time getting along. I actually asked Ian last night if he thought Lucas was bipolar. Ian said no, Lucas is 6.  Perhaps I should have asked him if he thinks I’m bipolar. No, nevermind.

We get to go out to a party on Saturday and I’m THRILLED about it. I have only one idea for a costume and I’m pretty sure I cannot afford an alligator-skin trench-coat. If anybody finds one between now and Saturday for less than $20, buy it for me, K? I’ll pay ya back.

Just finished a sample edit for a potential client I’m courting. It’s hard to focus on getting new work when my inbox is full of editing jobs and my time is often sucked up by children. Still, it would be a fat job and I want it. We’ll see…

I joined a group from UUSS that’s meeting on Tuesday nights in Citrus Heights. It’s about spiritual parenting. I enjoyed the first meeting last week and met some interesting people. I couldn’t believe the heavy stuff people shared during our discussion. I hope tonight is cool, too.

The government is giving us quite a lot of our money back. Yay! Thank you nice CPA lady!

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