It has been a shitty week.  Last week, Spiff came home from school with a cold and was kind enough to share it with Sam and I.  She came down with it first, and then I got sick.  I first started feeling ill this past Saturday, but I went to work anyway.  Missing on weekends without planning to is bad, as there is less people there to cover for me.  It’s bad enough when I plan to be absent on a weekend.

 

When I left work Saturday, then, I was already feeling crappy.  Then I discovered, to my horror, my scooter was gone.  Some jackass(es) had stolen my one and only means of transportation.  I went upstairs and talked to the security guard, who said the motorcycle parking area was empty when he came in two and a half hours earlier.  He was kind enough to start my police report for me and take me home.

 

Sunday I felt worse, but went to church and work anyway.  I got a ride to both–I got in touch with a coworker Saturday night and a church friend gave Spiff and I to church.  The same friend then let me borrow her van on Monday.  I have it for a couple of weeks while her son, who usually uses it, is out of town.  It’s an aging Ford Windstar mini-van which I would dearly love to own, but haven’t yet convinced said friend to sell to me.  Mostly, I think, because of her son’s continued need for it.

 

Monday and Tuesday, I felt sick enough to stay home from work.  I worked long hours on Wednesday and a normal day on Thursday, allowing for the fact that Thursday is usually a day off for me.

 

This, then, is my excuse for not posting this week except for my Wednesday Wanderings and today.  I was sick and it was a crappy week.  With luck, I’ll be back to normal posting next week.  Meanwhile, here’s little verse to end my week with:

 

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Why Not Me?


Sometimes life takes a dump
Sometimes it takes one on me
I have to take the bad with the good
But I am still so often left asking
“Why must it be me?”

The answer is simple
It’s really quite clear
It’s what a teach once told me
When I posed this query
“Why not you?”

Why not me, indeed?

This is a question
So few think to ask
They cry,
“I am a victim”
And look for their due

But the world owes no one
Fate has no master
For every kind of crook or twist of fortune
No matter how large or small
There’s a winner and a loser
There is no other way