Well, all, I escaped Clevland before the snow storm and we are safely ensconsed in my home.
Fck. I've never been so tired in my entire life. Ever. Thank GOD for Grey's Anatatomy. Distracts me.
But.... before you all rush in with your hugs and well wishes, as I know you will all do... I've never been so thankful for exhaustion in my entire life. Helps me let go of all the little shite. kwis?
Whew, kids, I am hanging on by a thread, but never a thread I have found that is so strong. If you all know what I am saying. My brother actually hugged me when he left the hospital a few days ago and said to me, "C'mon, Corri, buck up, we can't make chicken soup out of chicken [censored]. k?"
It was the very best I was going to get out of him. His way of saying, "it's cool."
I'm going to stop for now. I'm home. My dad is with me. All of his meds are with me. I'm cooking low sodium dinners for him... who knew that would be such a fcking challenge. Wow.
Pray for me. I have this really big contract in the hopper. A big one. A HUGE one. I need it. I see it. But I could use the extra prayers. K?
