It’s not pretty around here

I’m working on the entry about our son’s saga.  Because it entails 5 days worth of hell, it’s going to take me a bit.  But I need to get it out, and I also want it to refer to – before I forget certain details.  I hesitated in posting anything at all.  But Joseph’s issues are no stranger here.  And frankly, this is my story.  Our stories are completely intertwined at his age, and this is my place to journal what’s going on.

To further the nightmare, I started creeping back into my online world to discover that a person I consider to be a friend had a stroke and is in the ICU.  I’m not linking because this is about me, and not her – and I’d hate for her family to check her links and find this here whining.  If I write a post about her in more specifics (family needs etc.) it will be all about her – THAT I’ll link her to.

And finally, today is my first day back to client work.  And a client rather abruptly canceled their contract with me.  I don’t know the reasons, although I suspect some, and really it’s better.  I don’t think the person and I would have worked well together in the long term – but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a blow to a rather fragile ego at the moment.

You know, I learned a long time ago never to say, “It could be worse.”  While usually true – there are many many others worse off and I know it, it felt ominous to say.  I’ve also learned never to say, “It cannot get any worse.”  You’d think, by my life lately, that I go around saying it all the time while having nightly beers with everyone’s pal Murphy L.