What a run

If you're reading this you may think that this is about well, running. You would be wrong. Although I am always impressed by the fit and not so fit women and men along every road and path that are out there, pounding along the pavement in all kinds of conditions, the last time I actually ran was ... well I can't remember but I am relatively sure that something was chasing me.

No what this is about is a run of luck, not bad necessarily and not good, but quirky, weird luck. I just want a break from the craziness, just for a week or so. We've had lightning disable a well, a computer brain in an suv, and play havoc with our phone lines.
I have had two dogs, sisters no less, being out of sorts with each other a lot. We have had tick bites, disagreements with orthodontists, and still have some forms to fill out for the upcoming freshman year my youngest is about to undertake for her next four years of college.
We have physicals to take and records to get and the days are flying by.
Bad roommates run out on rent, and trash as they leave, and the temperature just doesn't want to give us a break.

I just need all this to stop. Not forever, because to believe that would be foolish,but for just a few days. To catch my breath, to refocus, to read that book that sits on the table taunting me to open it. I need renewed, well as renewable as a soon to be 60 year old woman can be. I want to sleep in and not do all the laundry that has accumulated while the well was malfunctioning.
I want to drink coffee, put my feet up and read.
Well I like fairy tales but don't believe in them and this is what I have asked for..so perhaps I should make another request. In September.

Mondays should be banned

I am embarassed that it has been so long since I visited this page. Don't know exactly what happened that caused me to neglect my blog for almost a month. It is down right humbling that I would start out with such great expectations and fumble the ball.
It's like I have had a month of Mondays. Days when either I am so busy the thought of sitting down for a few minutes and actually writing instead of pushing the mouse to check a "like" on facebook. just doesn't happen.
Then there are the nights when I create an error and sit on the loveseat or sofa, which inevitably means I will be catnapping in approximately three minutes flat, regardless of what is on the tube or what is happening around me.
It isn't just soft furniture though... I can fall asleep in an upright position in my substitute desk chair with the hard back and the pillow under my rear.
Excuses, excuses, I have a million of them .
Thing is that I just haven't been feeling very creative, and being down in the dumps is not a motivation for me. It doesn't make for a good read either.
I am sucking it up now though...still in a stinko mood, but hey life happens.
In the past month there have been appointments, and proms, and SAT reservations made.
My anniversary and Mothers Day have filled in the calendar as well.
Friend children have graduated college, and birthdays have passed.
So there has been plenty of topics to take advantage of and pass a few paragraphs on, but no excuse, just haven't raally felt like writing.
So I have made a promise to myself that I have to write something that I would like to read, at least once a week.
And I am going to put Monday back in it's place, just a day of the week that ends in Y.