I should be posting about some of the fabulous books I've just read; like What the Night Knows by Dean Koontz or Mothers & Other Liars by Amy Bourett.....both of which were FABULOUS by the the way - or that other one that I read and can't quite remember the name of....it was quite funny though.
But I'm not posting about the books I've read. Mainly, because I've already returned them to the library and don't have them around for reference (hence, why I'm leaving off the name for that other one) and because I've got too much other stuff floating around in my mind and, truth be told, only read to keep from obsessively thinking/worrying for a bit - and it worked, for a moment. But I will add them to the Books I Love tab - even without the reviews - simply because I really did enjoy them and hope you will too. Except for the one I forgot. That one will have to languish alone on a bookshelf until I come across it again. And I will come across it again. Eventually. I always seem to.
No, lately I've been more and more in total meltdown, panic mode.
That is the real reason I've been avoiding my friends (and possibly, a lot of you, too) (I would also totally avoid my guys too, if I could - but dammit, they are ALWAYS here!). I wrote about it here - oh wait, never-mind. I never posted that.....obviously, because I was in total meltdown, panic mode.
See, those darling girls of mine want to go out and celebrate. They want to have fun, spend some time together and celebrate me. Sounds wonderful; doesn't it?
But me? I'm not in that place right now. Right now, I'm in a dark place. A place where I don't want to go out and have fun, celebrate.
Needless to say, the girls are getting a *tad* aggravated with me at this point. I don't blame them. But then, due to some horrific news from far-away family (that I'm still trying to process so I can't/won't go into details now) to add on to everything else that is worrying me, I have been given an instant pass. For the moment. But these girls? They won't let up. I know them too well....
I'm tired, y'all. Very, very tired. And frozen. Frozen from the fear and the panic.
You know how "they" say, "don't sweat the small stuff?" Well, I have to wonder exactly what IS considered small? Because lately, it seems like all the stuff I am facing isn't small. It's GINORMOUS!
So in conclusion, to this very ramble-y post that does nothing but tell you about great books and the state of my mind....
Keep my dad in your thoughts and prayers as he is headed for surgery early, early tomorrow morning. And I can't be there - because I'm here. And that, of course, worries me.