Blood, Sweat and Tears

MKay, Stop reading now if you are squeamish: this entry is gonna be scatological.

First off, the blood: I am a woman on the verge of menopause, and thus, periods tend to become erratic, to say the least. This one hit me like a freight train, coming in the middle of the night and making me puke. Fun. I am woman, roar.

Second, the sweat: It's hot and our air conditioner has been broken for 3 years now. The daytimes are cool in our old 1920's house, but the evenings are hell. I'm sure hubby will get that new drain pan soon, along with the garbage disposal, bathroom sink and shower knobs. We have a few household projects piling up, and have the money just not the time. Or gumption, I guess.

Thirdly, the tears. As usual, they are for the yearbook. We got a nasty/nice letter from our publisher mentioning we've only submitted 27 pages so far, and are sitting on a batch of proofs. Ranae has been working this week while I've been unable to go in so far, but she's doing detail work and not getting pages submitted because of that. People still aren't coming in, and that whole list of things I thought I could deal with is still there...and I am not dealing. I'm about to bawl like a wet baby.

*Heavy Sigh*