... Like the pigeon who pooped on my head, literally, as I walked under the el tracks Saturday.
Last week was a rough week. This week doesn't look to be much better.
I'm trying to take Sir Paul's advice and accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative and latch on to the affirmative.
But what I'd really like is alone time to relax and recharge. To lay around all day, dreaming of my
cowboy, catching up on my blogging and playing Farmville.
Unfortunately, I've got to go to work.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Real life just sucks sometimes. I hope the week improves.
ReplyDeleteSir Paul does brighten a dreary (weather-wise) Monday. And they say that being shat upon by a bird is good luck.
ReplyDeleteAh, the grass is not always greener. I have plenty of time to lay around, but wish I were well enough to go to work.
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