I’m feeling a bit empty right now. With the loss of my father and all the hubbub surrounding my Jeopardy! appearance, I did not know whether I was coming or going last week. I ended up driving back over to the East Coast of Florida this past Saturday to be with my mother on her birthday. I had to be strong so she could let go a bit. That’s okay, but my reserves are running a bit low.
I look around The Zone and see all the things to which I need to pay attention. I’ve let so much slip by the wayside in the last 2 weeks. The school’s book fair is this week. In the past, I’ve been an active volunteer. Now, my heart isn’t in it. I’ll go pitch in, like in years past, but I don’t want to stay all day every day this week. Part of the book fair issue is that WineGuy forbade the boys from getting any books at this year’s book fair because they have mistreated all the books they own. He also informed me that I am not to buy any books for the boys. He’s right, but it’s so disappointing to someone who loves books and whose children allegedly do, too.
Routine would serve me best right now. I’m hardly interested.