Well here I am again....one day after the old birthday. As usual I have spent the previous week examining my life and trying to make sense of the last year (which I of course can not.). Some things never change with me.

I still miss A to this impossible degree.

I STILL hate my job.

I still refuse to settle for less than I really want.

My ass still has it's own zip code....

SO what's changed?

I am a grandma (well so she tells us...still no DNA to back that up).

My daughter has moved away from home....far away...like in hawaii.

My son is back in school.....*faints* (at his current pace he may graduate by age 40). 

It is said that worry is a great waste of imagination. Perhaps I should start channeling my energies back into something more productive?