Twisting logic

Well, I don't know what button I hit, but I had just typed a mountaintop's worth of blog and it disappeared like a David Copperfield trick. I am NOT amused, but I am frustrated.

There is nothing like pondering questions that will never be answered... well, let's face it... it probably won't be anyway. Still, I like my efforts to not go up in blankness! I generally write for the sake of "whoosh". That feeling of getting it out of my head in a most vacuum in reverse way.

Now a change of subject, because why not?

I keep sighing to breathe better since my chest feels tight. I've had a cough for a few days and have developed the habit of sighing... to my own annoyance. I only notice it after I sigh, and by that time it is too late to prevent it. Ah, sour irony.

Jessica just woke up from her nap still wearing the padded duck suit. She's as cute as a fluffy chick. The boys are going to help David pick up the latest sheet rock pieces from a busted pipe at one of the houses. What is the good of insuring that dang house, by the way? A few months ago vandals broke windows and other stuff- it paid for other stuff, not windows. Now the freeze busted a pipe- guess what? No-go on the dough.

This is life...or so I hear. I don't think as much of "this is life" happens to those with mucho moolah. Sure they have problems, but if you can pay someone to clean your house and ease your mind, life is more palatable.

But what do I know?