Everything I start to write here tonight sounds like complaining. And I don't want to do that. I really don't see the point. If my attitude is my best asset at the moment, I'm determined to make it a good one. I'm posting this purely to fulfill my personal commitment to posting something each week. (I'm still -1, but I'll catch up.)
Things are a little rocky currently. We're working hard to right and restore the ship. Our crew of two is still in good spirits, but the boat's battered, these waters are choppy, and here there be dragons. Still, we are charting a new course, and we are hopeful. (OMG who knew I would leap to so much nautical imagery while trying to be a bit vague?)
My intention is to keep posting, even though I'm off by 1+ weeks now. That said, I have some bigger to-do list items on my agenda, and so my dreamed-of "thing a week" may be a touch less frequent. Or at the very least more opaque in subject matter. I'm still writing, almost every day (not counting the last three, I've been in bed with a bad bug). But what I'm writing isn't much for public consumption.
I'm writing myself a floatation device, or a compass, or a map. We cope in our own ways. And we are. No distress beacons just yet. But I know exactly where the flares are, and that's new for me.