It’s been a bit of a rough week or so.

My laptop touchpad stopped working, so I had to go buy a mouse just to use it again.

My iPod recharger/sync port stopped working, so it’s down for the count until I can replace it.

Work stuff. Enough said.

I tried to book a campsite for Gradon’s visit next month and failed. Tried to book a plane ticket for Gradon’s visit next month and failed. Heck, he tried to book his vacation time and failed.

I woke up every single day with a headache/sore back/something or other.

My computer had a miserable, data-killing crash at work.

I spent much too much money on unavoidable expenses. And then had a fit about the rest of my budget.

I got stung by a wasp on my foot on Friday. My foot is still a size too big for any shoe.

I spent most of Saturday crying because it’s going on three months since I’ve seen the man I love. I know people go far longer, but still. It’s hard!

I looked in the mirror and thought, uh oh, you are way past needing that hair done. Roots! Gah! So much for grooming. So much for offsetting my big butt with grooming. But perhaps it will teach me not to be shallow?

I slipped on the floor I just washed in my laundry room and cracked my head on the dryer.

Most importantly, Gradon’s dad got some odd health news we need to pray for. Really.

So.

I spent most of today trying to remind myself how lucky I am, and how fragile and deserving of love the things I cherish in my life really are.

Which, of course, is a cue for more tears.

Who’d have thought I’d be such a horrid suck at 35?

I didn’t know until it happened to me.

Let’s hope I gain some perspective and smarten up and do better this coming week, no matter what else isn’t working.