Yes

Yes, it is indeed 1:18 in the morning.

I am not sleeping.

I have no idea why.

Yes, I did my taxes today and learned that the State of Oregon will indeed be taking a gallon of my blood. Greedy!

Yes, I am off dog duty, so there will be no stories of Chloe and her exploits. Let me just say for the record that she was a perfect house guest and charmed the ladies at the gym. My friend is back from the funeral and she brought back sage advice:

Do not wait to do the things you would, because life is short.

Which made me think about my motherless/fatherless/brotherless state.

Yes, it is annoying and I wonder when the next big o' family drama will dribble in to torture me further. I wish I could move out of state. Disappear. Bandage up the wounds and move on. Yet, I know those demons don't stay gone forever. Someone once told me that I am a great, big, walking sore.

Some days I feel exactly that way.

Yes, my friends down south are still fighting for their children. This is perhaps the largest travesty of justice that I have ever witnessed. The only bright spot in the entire thing is the way in which their oldest daughter has shown her metal. She's fighting the state, calling a spade a spade, and otherwise being a thorn in someones side. She's feisty that way and I am so proud of her strength. She must have gotten that from her mama.

Yes, three-year-olds make you feel young and old at the same time.

And speaking of old, my Beloved turns forty-three today. He's such an old man. So much older than his young bride. Snicker. He's a whopping five months older than myself. Tomorrow there will be cake...lemon cake...instead of the annual banana cream cake.

Yes, it is true that I am rambling, because I am not sleeping.

Yes, this has been a complete waste of your time.