. . .But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. . . . - Desiderata, Max Ehrmann, (Sept 1872 - Sept 1945). Copyright 1927.
Ten more posts to go on this NaBloPoMo thing. The last thing I want to do this morning is to post, but if I don't write something, this overloaded day will trample me and I won't get anything blogged. Do you know when you wake up one morning and you know you have the flu? This morning I woke up with a bad case of black despair. It will pass. Desperation is a luxury I can't afford. I'm taking double doses of evening primrose oil, grasping the lifelines of FlyLady and any positive thought I can catch without crushing. I'm having an interview with a private school for younger daughter today. I don't know how we'll afford it or even if it's not going to be a huge mistake. Then we have to meet elder daughter's teachers this evening. Prayers and warm thoughts welcome.
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1 comment:
Sorry to hear you're feeling so bleak... thought this might cheer you up (fortuitously it does follow on from my last blog comment... Sorry about the song though!!!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tIDUCPdkc&feature=related
If that doesn't work click on SingAlong Doctor Who 9.
Do hope everything goes ok today.
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