Or maybe Y is for yesterdays. Many many many of them.
So I am totally off the hook for the last few ten days or however long it has been. Ten? I had several profound realizations and then promptly forgot them.
Here are a few choice ones:
I screwed up. And I felt bad about it. And then I got over it. (This, by the way, is a revelation.)
I am (as always) MUCH more lenient with other people's failings than I am with my own. Well, that is unless they are mean. Then I am not so lenient. Because I try really hard not to be mean. It's a core value.
Trying to accomplish work-related tasks while on Percoset (even though you are pretty sure it has no effect on you whatsoever) is a really bad idea. (See above "screw up.")
In the past month I have
And here is my fantastic excuse for not posting: I had surgery on August 11. What kind? A good kind. Semi-elective. At the advice of my doctor I got myself some teenier ta-tas. So now I am two pounds lighter, my back doesn't hurt for the first time in... forever, and I can purchase undergarments from regular department stores. Without taking out a second mortgage on the house.
I was really not very good about sharing this information with anyone. So if you are surprised, you are not alone. Most of my relatives were unaware. For some reason it is much easier to tell people that I have bipolar disorder than to tell people that I am going to have "bilateral reduction mammoplasty." But, there you have it.
Trying to get back into posting. But I got kinda knocked out of whack. Who knew that surgery could do that to ya. I think I overestimated my recovery process based on the fact that this was an outpatient procedure. Glad that I gave myself two weeks to get back on my feet before the beginning of my fall teaching.
Quaker, teacher, parent,