It is late. The plumber is coming in a few hours to fix some drips and answer some questions that have stymied our energies.
I am writing and looking and not seeing for a bunch of projects and still looking for a job. I am more frustrated than I have been in awhile.
My body is not responding to my prayers for health. It is also not responding to my demands for fitness or my threats against being gross. I think that means another day in the doctor's office for me.
The day I spent in the doctor's office today was long and only partly helpful. I don't look forward to tomorrow.
My mind is wandering to nowhere good and making me seem morose and ditzy. How lame, especially with an unread Checkov in my bag.
Luck and concentration would be great right now. Got any to spare?