>Haha, well it is Sunday. I’m at work, I’m a tad frustrated.

I had probably one of the best weekends I’ve had in a while, save a trip to the hospital because I could have sworn my finger was broken. It wasn’t, and I was glad, but it was 3 hours of a Saturday night that I would have liked to use otherwise. I hit the knuckle perfectly to knock it out of socket — my joint is still sore… pulled my finger to pop it back in — it did, and then it was still oddly lumped, still hurt, so figured it was broken. It was mainly for not wanting to have it re-broken, or have it heal poorly that I went.

Liz was with me the whole time, and I can’t say how great it was to have her there with me. We sat in about 3 or 4 different waiting rooms, had my laptop with me… so we passed the time with several episodes of The Family Guy & The Simpsons. =] It wasn’t a typical hopsital visit — didn’t feel like 3 hours, but still felt bad that all of it was for naught… and felt like a numbnut cause I felt I had to go.

Now I’m frustrated because I am up against seemingly un-passable obstacles. I’m no spring chicken, but some of the things I’m running into make me feel like a chicadee. This is only at work, but unfortunately, that is where my money comes from.

I wish I could do more, half the time don’t know where to start, and once I find where to start it’s been longer then I should have taken to do the whole thing — just to start the job. I do my best, work with what I’ve got, seems to be more then most, but feels short to me.

This so explains Friday Febrary 22nd – When two people engage in a real interaction, they have a heart-to-heart connection that is very nourishing to the soul. – Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff (and it’s all small stuff) daily 2002 calandar