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I've been in a funk since I got up today. I suppose, realistically, I've been in a funk for quite a while longer than that. But it's lifting a bit, thanks to having run the update (mentioned in yesterday's post) with what looks like success. Doubtless I'll get back a complaint from Mary that it didn't do what she wanted, since that's been SOP for this stupid project from the beginning--which was in May, $DEITY help me, and I quoted it at 16 hours! I've spent at least a hundred hours on it, all told, strewn throughout the year.

It's done more to dismantle the once-good working relationship between myself and Mary than anything else I could think of. I dread calls from her, I seethe inwardly whenever I read an email...even if it's completely unrelated.

Something's gotta give. Randy and I have already talked to the reps about writing something the members can use themselves for this kind of fixes, but there's so far no sign from the Project Manager On High of anyone getting the assignment to do it. I am THISCLOSE to just doing it myself assignment or no. It's not like I've got any other pressing projects at the moment. *snerk*

But really, this was just the last straw. This year has been extremely stressful for all of us. I'm trying to find the bright spots (new friends transplantmom and tempesttea and others, housefuls of friends on a moment's notice, some fantastic times, enduring love from ohari and lavendargrrl, adorable Ochi...) but it's so hard. We're falling further and further behind on the bills, going further into debt, getting hit by repeated unexpected car problems and appliance issues, having a lot of neighbor complaints about stupid stuff...Chris is suffering, Tammie's working herself far too hard, I'm about ready to crawl into a hole, the Christmas tree is bare...Isn't it about time we catch a break already?

Oh, and insult to injury, my cellphone has gone missing. I haven't seen or heard it since Monday.

If you're as old as you feel, I'm a hundred and five

Further to the preceding, I was thinking as I arrived here this morning that I feel so much older at the end of this year than I did at the end of last year. It's like I hardly aged at all between 35 and 39, and then all five years hit me at once.

Last winter Tammie and I were going out for roller derby. This winter I can hardly survive one day a week of step aerobics.

Sometime this year my hair started fading from brown to ashy.

I've gained at least ten pounds--and I started the year heavier than I'd have liked to be.

Sigh.

Small favors...

Doing somewhat better after the judicious application of Brian Setzer music (even if it did take me a while to remember I had it on my work computer and the lack of an ipod cable was not the impediment that I had thought it), and after arriving home to the garlic-laden fragrance of pizza fresh from the oven, after receipt of kisses and snuggles, and after rediscovery of the missing cellphone interred deep in the cushions of the Comfy Couch.

Time for ChrisMouse fabrication.