And the I's are un-dotted and T's un-crossed

Is how I make 4 postings a day.

I get called away, I get pulled away, I get dragged away, I get to attend to everything except the everything I want to attend.

I didn't even finish the list of everything that went gone with the wind!

My shuffle-mode miniature Pod is playing The Cure's Why Can't I Be You. Slap me with a splintered ruler! Yeah, come here let me clip your wings.

The German stopped by today to catch me for a quick update, he just gotback into town. Caught a cold and brought it with him to see me (cute)

Nothing's changed. I still don't get to watch my CSIs. I still don't get to make time out for dinner. I still don't get to let my hair down and go party. I still don't get to let go of this thousand-tonne baby.

In many ways, I find myself blessed. Although I don't know why as I talkedto The German more and more, I almost crystalised. Almost. As we talkedmore about wearing this pin, he assured me that I will find more joy without.