So astute observers may have noticed by my most recent post(s) that things haven’t been very pleasant.

I am the master of understatement at times. I mean “not very pleasant” the way having a meteorite crash into your house while you are giving a dinner party is not very pleasant. A meteorite that contains a hostile life form that infects your guests and turns them into ravenous zombies that go on to destroy life as we know it and don’t even thank you for dinner first.

But I digress.

I’ve been in ‘battle mode’ so long that it seems normal. Several very kind and pretty people have written to me privately suggesting I get some help for me so that I am more able to deal with the falling meteorites, and I’m working on it (stoopid fucking HMO). I suppose I should also be thankful that trying to get a flight on a moments notice is fucking hard AND expensive, or I wouldn’t be here to write about said meteorites.

It isn’t fun here in the bunker but we have food and water and a box of wine and half a box of girl scout cookies (I hid them from the kids, who says an old dog can’t learn a new trick) and well, maybe the army will get to us soon. Or more cookies, I’ll take that.

I fully intend to post some more frivolity and put on my happy face, because if there’s anything worse than being down, it’s dragging people I love down with me.