…3…2…1…

I’ve got water in my ears from washing my hair. It tickles. It distorts sounds. It seeps. It’s warm. Silly ears.

Silly world.

Silly life.

It’s Sunday night and I’m not ready for Monday. Who is? Who is ever?

But it will be here in a few short hours.

3…2…1… Ready or not, here I come!

And when it does, I’ll deal. What else is there?

Ready or not.

Not.

Here I am

I’ve not been around. First there was my the whole going crazy thing and not being able to do anything other than function at work. Then there were three weeks in hospital and everything that goes along with that…

Just keep swimming. I think I can, I think I can. <insert other sayings along the same lines here>

Out.