I Am...

Sick: I've got the same crud the kids have. You know, sinus congestion and pressure. Lots of drainage that makes me cough. My throat is on the very cusp of being sore. It's teasing, teasing...It just refuses to give it to me.

Cranky: I don't like to be teased. Not by my throat. Not by anybody. I can't seem to get enough rest and it is making my brain fuzzy and angry. I asked Joe before I left to just help me get the groceries in when I returned and then just stay away from me. I also drove a scary distance this evening without my lights on. That wasn't nice.

Clumsy: I went shopping for things like milk and bread and diapers tonight. I managed to drop almost everything I tried to pick up. I've been known to have weak hands but good grief! At the checkout, my pint of grape tomatoes sprung forth and multiplied inside the cart. Well, grocery carts have holes in them and they are larger than grape tomatoes. So I crawled around on the floor in the line I'd stood in for what seemed like an eternity and collected all I could find and then I handed them to the cashier and said I'd dropped them and that I didn't want them. She gave me a look of pity mixed with disgust. Whatever. I'm cranky and sick, remember?

Sad: I miss Logan. I miss Logan. I miss Logan. I want to write about him but I just can't seem to get clear headed enough to do it. I have all of these thoughts and feelings and so many blogs I've read and people I've spoken to and things I've seen have made it so much more real to me lately.

Hopeful: Ever hopeful, that's me. Still hoping for things to make sense, for my questions to be answered, for my mood to lift, for this sickness to dissipate.