Do The Math

I gotta post today because I have to post everyday for a month and maybe I'll have made a habit of writing.
Anyway, today is the first of, I'm sure, many, days when I don't really feel like writing.
So instead of a somewhat thought out blog about my day or reflections on time gone by this will be, instead, a slightly narcissistic paragraph or two of drivel.

I'm grumpy.
And here's the math...
8 hours of television in a car = grumpy and sore.
8 days with the same 8+ people who are related to you =  utter insanity.
Those 8+ people should just be glad that they are all still alive. Lord know I am.

That's harsh. I love my family even though they do drive me nuts.

Tonight once we got to Calgary, I had to take a drive alone and ended up at a Blimpie's of all places where I ate the worst salad and had a terrible smoothie. It was sad but definitely worth the peace and quiet.

Now it's back to Gilmore Girls and a hopefully very restful sleep.
I look forward to home and the lovely people I get to choose to be with and who choose to be with me!

thrilling