The past few days haven't been pretty, but they've been more productive than last week's days, combined. I decided it was time to get off the couch and get some things done.

• Have been reconciling accounts, reconciling myself to God.

• Am trying to stay clean in my junk (which is, truth be told,
• pretty.
• freaking.
• difficult.)

• I am venturing out to work again, today. I already have hives. (Now I know they are stress-related.)

'nuff said.

As I came down the stairs this morning, the thought actually crossed my mind to call in sick. Thing is, you need to do so three hours prior to your shift, so I needed to get up at 3:30 a.m. or so to "do the right thing."

Now the "right thing" is to go into the world and help bring life.

God, help me.