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One of those mornings.. The air is too cold and too warm. my clothes don’t’ feel right,  my nail polish is chipped, my legs prickly, I’m hungry for nothing. All of my messages and emails from the night before are unreplied. The kids are speaking only Spanish. No one understands me. Basically I’m feeling pretty dreadful, and quite alone. 

So I do what I always do when I feel this way. I call home.

And no one answers.. no one!?

Has everyone forgotten me? Perhaps I’m just grumpy because I’m out of coffee, my book is finished, all of the world is in shambles.

You know what they say, when all else fails, take a nap.

I feel like new. I called home. My mother still loves me. Thank God.

There is always a new book, more coffee, people who care. It’s all in perspective. And hey if those are my worse problems, then let it be so.