Still free-floating in a weird place.
I’ve been here so long I should call it home, though I hate it here. Except when I don’t care.
My days have become a tangled mess of sleeping, introspection, procrastinating, avoidance, talking to my father on the phone, and taking care of Internet tasks that alternately make me sad and really very angry. My insides are being wound up to breaking point.
Last month was a blog washout because of where I was.
This month might be a blog washout because of where I need to go.
My May Jonathan Cainer horoscope says it all: “You can fix the one source of trouble that’s more daunting than all the rest. Focus on it. Don’t be distracted. Once that is sorted out (as it WILL be!) all else will fall into place.” It’s like he read my mind. I know what I have to do, and it’s time I actually did it.
Stick with me, though. I *will* be back, but it might be June. (Then again, it might turn out that I get really chatty during May. 😉 Look up, look waaaaay up.)
Life Begins at 41...or maybe 43 
Is there anything I can do to help?
Aw, thanks for asking. But, no, this is all stuff I have to deal with myself. (I’ll probably blog about it after it’s done, but not just now.)