Your Unemployed Daughter

photo credit: H is for Home

This morning I thought it was Tuesday until about 10 am, when I looked at myself in the mirror after putting on a cardigan I’d worn on Monday and said to myself, “Wait a minute!” Yep, it’s halfway through the week, on the verge of WINTER HAVOC (downed power lines, heavy snow, high winds—o’ my!), and I for one am rather happy it’s hump day. And aside from a bit too much chicken in my bibimbap, rather happy in general.

I spoke to my mom on the phone yesterday (she’s been moved out of ICU and into a regular room at the hospital), and she sounded very much herself, except for a still-raspy voice due to her breathing tube being in all last week. Which is great, nay, fantastic news. Thanks again to everyone who put good vibes in the air or said a prayer or did whatever things you do to try to make things right in the world.

I’m not about to go off on a tangent about noetic science or anything (you can read Dan Brown’s last novel if you want a taste. IMO, tastes like too much chicken in my bibimbap), but despite my cynical nature, I do feel that positive thinking is a good thing. And I appreciate all you guys sending such thoughts our way.

By the way, I took off the already-worn cardigan and donned another. I may be semi-over/sometimes-under-employed, but I’m not slovenly.