• Could they live without their RSIII?

    This working week has gotten off to a better start. In a startling turn of events, the beginning of this week was but-kicking productive. There are so many things that effect our outlook on life. I never would have guessed that my contributions at work would make any difference in mine, but here I am working my little but off and having a great time doing it. There must be something wrong with me.

  • The smell of comfort.

    For a long time I had convinced myself that scented candles were an enemy to my allergies. Cheryl would light up and my snot came down. Now I’m thinking that it may have been the kind of candles we bought. I’m sitting here, the lights are dimmed, and a subtle scent of cinnamon drifts in the air. More importantly, none of my mucous membranes are misting into the air with it. It is very relaxing. This is a quality that sometimes is in short supply in our house. Wouldn’t it be nice if a little more relaxation could be had for only $2.99?

  • Humorless.

    I feel the need to apologize for not being more entertaining of late. Lately, when I sit down to write I am more often than not in a somber mood. This evening is no exception. At the moment, I am sitting in someone’s living room while Beth talks that someone about how she is doing. It is hard to find humor in a therapy session, so I won’t try.