What is making me crazy is I can't even talk (here) about the stuff that is driving me BATSHIT.

Please know, I'm being driven BATSHIT.

It will end soon.

I suspect my blood pressure will drop to the state of a zen monk swimming in a warm pool at sunrise when it does.

My patience is right out the window, gone all pear shaped. My plan: knit for several days straight, taking breaks to walk the dog, and possibly get some exercise before el poquito patron arrives. and some sewing. But screw it if I'm going to worry about the things I worry about now in about 48 hours.

ei -yi -yi.