Okay ... I wake up to hear that there is no water in Middleton. Lovely. I MAY need to have a bathroom break today ... So we gather jugs to take with us so we can flush. Fine. Off to work we go. I arrive and the parking lot is under 2 or 3 inches of slush, ice, and water. Nice. Enter the building and, oh, the furnace is off. Super. The cat has to be at the vet for a day of medical treatment and the beginning of at-home treatment. Charlie takes him off because I am staying behind to clean up the little spiteful puddle he left me. YAY. At this point I am thinking that I am not up to my ass in life, I am up to my throat and life has a mother of a death grip on said throat. Sigh.
But there is no do-over on a Thursday morning. So I count my happy spots - saw Deedee at the P.O. - that's good - the puddle was just a puddle , and it was on cardboard - the carpet stuff smells good, the water is back on. Okay ... it will do. I am feeling the long squeezy fingers loosening their grip on my throat. And the tea is helping .
But all this time I have been waiting for normal and it seems to be a yucky normal, at least today. I have lost my groove in all this ABnormal. And I WANT IT BACK !!! DID YOU HEAR ME, GROOVE THIEF ??? I WANT MY GROOVE BACK. Stella got hers back, why can't I ???
So my plan is to put my head down, ignore the slush & cat pee & groovelessness, and pretend I do have my groove. I am going to check out websites, email friends, work with beads, and throw myself into the day. Somewhere in this day is my groove.