So I had a post written about how someone crashed into my friend when she was driving on the freeway, but then the webpage crashed and I lost most of it and didn’t feel like rewriting. It wasn’t anything of importance or particularly funny anyway. In short: Murphy’s Law strikes again when husbands are out of the country, the roads here are more dangerous than any protesters or molotov cocktails we might run into, and I see basic safety rules violated by other drivers all the time. The End.
I’m in sort of a mood today. I’m overtired and frustrated. My brother-in-law’s surgery hasn’t been able to diminish his pain as we had hoped and as an extra kick in the nuts he has new and worse pain and loss of sensation. I never cry, but I’m in tears today. I’m supposed to be a writer, but I have no words.
We still don’t have tickets home, but supposedly all that’s left is the formality of actually booking the tickets. It doesn’t really matter. Not today anyway.
So this post isn’t a complete downer, here’s a photo of my girlie crashed on the beanbag in the living room in the middle of the afternoon.
