One of those days

I got a notice in our mail today that the road construction people will be widening the road in front of our house—there goes our front yard. We went to the library book sale and got there an hour after the start—too late to beat the book buyers to the new trade paperbacks. I took the kids to McDonalds on the way home to get them happy meals—one kid was crying because she didn’t get a toy in hers (and yes, that was the ten-year old) and the other was crying because I couldn’t open his toy that second in the car. This has been in the last hour and it’s very typical of my past couple of weeks, which if you’re reading this blog you should be happy I’ve spared you. Privileged troubles, I know. But if I could move to a cave in the desert tonight for a while I would.

And just another indication. I went to post this and Blogger was down. I emailed it to myself to post later. Always assuming I remember (which obviously I did). It’s been that sort of end of semester.