. . . and that’s about all this day, this week has been worth. I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that my week was a crappy affair. Hassles of over medical insurance and bureaucratic red tape, intermitant computer and Internet problems, fatigue and too much to do and no will to accomplish it. Not to mention the bad weather that seem to come and go and come again like the right kind of wrong woman. On top of that, I weighed myself today and discovered that I hadn’t lost so much as an ounce! Can someone shout, “ fat burner, anyone!” Seriously, the silver lining is that I didn’t gain so much as an ounce either. This was a day for self-pity and self-recriminations, to be sure . . . until I heard about this woman who had died in a car crash — no one I know, but if you’ve ever seen that horror flick, Final Destination, you’d have to appreciate the irony and, BTW, reconsider what does and does not define a “crappy week.” The woman in question was supposed to be on that Air France flight that crashed a couple of weeks back. Fortune seemed to smile on her and her husband, as they missed the flight. Unfortunately, a car crash claimed her life (although, her husband survived. See what I mean about ironic? And for the record, no matter how much I want to whine about my week, at least I haven’t died in a car wreck (knock wood, because the week is not technically over yet).
Peace out, my lovelies and have a good weekend — get some sun, eat some BBQ and send some karma my way. Later.
