I am in a funk. All day it felt like Thursday, on Friday. All day I struggled to feel at ease in my skin. It’s just a funk. That’s all there is to it.
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I wrote two different posts today, and then didn’t want to post either. Funk. I got a half dozen errands done in barely an hour (all over town), but then didn’t want to do anything else. All day. The funk: The kids are driving me nuts. Nuts. I’m sick of fart jokes; I’m sick of figuring out what they want to eat, and whether I have to cook it. I am tired of picking them up five days a week, from track/tutoring/choir/after school/insert something else. I’m just tired of kids. I’m tired of the dog shedding ALL over! I swear the big lug loses half his body weight every day, in hair on…
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