cranky

I hate driving to Toronto. I hate sitting all day long in a boring training session. I hate driving home from Toronto, with a headache from sitting inside most of the day. I hate dealing with lawyers and banks.

I love Kelly and the boys stopping by on their way home from the sitters. I love my home and yard and can already imagine the roof, even though the yard is a disaster. I love that I'm thinking about putting a washer and dryer upstairs, so I can rent with laundry. I love that I'm thinking of moving my bed downstairs while I decide for sure if I can live down there. I love that Tim's boys are coming to play tomorrow after work. Ok, I love my real living, even though I hate some of the things I need to do to get there.

Notice is sent to the lawyer. Bank appointment set for Saturday to correct the mess they made with the mortgage. I will no longer have a headache when I wake in the morning, and I hope the electrical problem at the Y is resolved, so I can go to the pool.

Tired now, beddy bye, elly


This has nothing to do with today's post but it's true and I like it! "I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn't itch." Gilda Radnor