In case it seems like I’m perfectly fine, which you might think from all the garden / cooking / sewing / cat photos, let me note, for the record, that I’m walking around on the verge of tears for hours every day.
There’s a huge knot of tension in my upper back that Kevin periodically tries to massage away, and around 3 p.m., I get completely sick of people, have to fiercely suppress the urge to pick fights with them, and usually abandon my family to go hide somewhere until it’s time for Dr. Who and popcorn with the kids before bed.
Thank god for a shed, is what I’m saying.
(And yes, I picked up the garden shed magazine at the grocery store even though I already HAVE a shed.)
