I can talk all the legs off the average donkey and I sure know how to churn out prose (too many years writing copy for ad agencies!) but for some reason, I have been slow to embrace this most "next century" form of self-expression.
Somewhere in all my recent New year's resolutions has been a determination to keep a daily journal, to record my thoughts and the often insane soap opera events of my life.
Now I have no further excuse... I am seldom out of reach of the computer and the internet, so here goes.
Today is June 10, 2008, and it's almost 10pm. I should be in bed or at least heading in that general direction, but instead, I am typing like a frantic hamster, attempting to get my thoughts down on (electronic) paper.
Things are good in my life. My husband is well on the road to recovery from a mild heart attack. Scared the living snot out of me. Can't imagine what it did to him!
His heart attack was the latest dramatic episode of my soap opera life. I think it all began last year when Aunt Mags was diagnosed with cancer, and given little hope of survival. Then my mother became ill and had to have surgery, which in turn led to a MRSA infection that darned near killed her.
By early April, when Colin became ill, I was convinced I had forgotten how to sleep. I think I am only now beginning to recover. Sometimes my eyes open at 2 or 3 am and stubbornly refuse to close again until nearly 6am, when, of course, it's time to get up.
The only good thing about this part of my soap opera life is that miraculously, I have lost weight. This despite the fates conspiring to keep me out of the gym! Anyway, I think this is enough for now.
Welcome to my world. What colour is the sky on your planet? Can we be friends? Should I be on medication?
