livingoutloud

I've spent the majority of this week dealing with all the particulars and tangentals that come with the death of a family patriach.
Its been balls.

I lost the apartment I was looking at, but found a much better one within walking distance of my favorite local bar.
This is decidedly not balls.

I'm working like crazy which means theres been a great deal of balenceing and negotiating and comprimising. Which of course means I fear any minor mis-step that my bring it all tumbeling down. It also means I haven't turned my brain off ina long while...and so, I've made a definate date with a bottle of red tonight.