I need a sign...

I haven't felt right about posting about the inane little details of my life and my troubles while Catherine is experiencing such real troubles. I am heartened by the fact, as of the start of this post, there have been 80 comments of support on her blog. Those comments probably won't help much, but they may help her feel a little less alone.

So I am getting back on the horse here. I guess that, since the purpose of me keeping this blog is to keep myself mentally fit by dealing with my little inane problems, I had best get to it.

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I am in serious cleaning mode. My home, my office, my yard (my car desperately needs it). I find myself looking for some sort of "sign" that I might be pregnant, time after time. SO...this month's sign is the nesting instinct.

I saw two birds doing it in my yard yesterday. Ha ha ha.

I have continued to work on my son's scrapbook. It is coming along nicely. I have spent time organizing his things that need to go into the scrapbook, so the process should speed up (ha ha ha, as if I will ever spend any less than 4 hours on a page).

My morning radio station was trying to tell me something this a.m. In order of performance:

1. Landslide - Stevie Nicks (and I began to think about life, life's path, life's struggles)
2. Life is a Highway - Tom Cochrane
3. It's My Life - No Doubt
4. What if God Was One of Us - Joan Osbourne
5. How Far is Heaven - Los Lonely Boys

Neon sign. Think about your life and what it means today. I left the house. No doubt the inundation continues in my absence....

I have an amazing husband. In the midst of this "trying" business, his sense of humour remains intact. He saw the birds doing it, too.

I have the sense of humour of a fourteen year old boy sometimes.