This may be my only blog post for the next few days. it's a rough week. A horrible, terrible stinky bad week.
As many of you recognized by sending greetings via Facebook, today is my birthday, and I'm feeling pretty old. it was bad enough hitting the 3/4 of a century last year. Today I move beyond that, and the view is not pretty. Of course plans have changed since my husband died in January. We had booked a trip for this week. We won a contest for couples who had met while in school at Kent State. The prize: a night in the presidential suite of the university hotel, dinner in the hotel restaurant and chocolates and champagne at bed-turn-down. Not happening, of course. I was able to pass the prize on to a family member, but my Lean Cuisine lunch was something of a come-down. Then I spent the rest of the day doing paperwork, getting names changed on the house title and our Sam's card. Neither one was easy, but Sam's clearly won the bureaucracy award.
And it doesn't get better from here. This is the weekend of the Tennessee Lions' State Convention, starting Friday. I'm not going, of course, because it's on the other side of the world's widest state, and there's no one else going from here -- so too far for me to drive by myself with only partial vision. And that means I'm missing the state necrology service, where they will retire Floyd's Lions pin and put it on display for the coming year. And finally, Sunday is Mother's Day -- a holiday I quit observing in 2000, when my only child died of cancer.
So it's a horrible week, and I hope you'll forgive the lack of postings until the sun comes back out from behind this black cloud hanging over my disposition. I think I'll go scrub the bathroom. Might as well take advantage of a bad mood to get something useful accomplished.