Dog days

Is anybody out there as 'over' summer as I am? With our a/c going off days and nights in a row (Mr Fix-it was finally called out for the third time), torturous heat, relentless ticks and chiggers the moment we step off the porch or onto the terrace, coupled with four family members in and out of the hospital in varying stages of chronic/major illnesses, have all combined to culminate disharmony to any Zen-like mood I had left clinging to me.

I know all the platitudes -- and if you spout them to be now, be prepared for my suggestion they be shoved straight up your bum. Let's not go there.

One of my best, long-time friends will probably be reminding me shortly this grand-funk usually comes around the time of my impending BD. It's not the BD itself that gets to me as much as what didn't get accomplished over the year, since for me the new year begins on my BD and not in January. And this year has been a suck-fest, beginning in December.
It cannot be over too soon.

Ever the optimist, I thank god for another year despite what it brings, and hope for the best.

((grumble)).

I just wish it weren't so damn hot.