The Write Woman Counts her Blessings with a Cheap Light Bulb (352 Days Left)

Last night was weird. There’s no other way to describe it. I had a dream that I was to take care of a baby by feeding it other dead babies. I’m not sure what it means, but it caused me to be unable to go back to sleep. Meanwhile, I got up to open the front door and let some fresh air in, hoping to fill my head with pleasant thoughts like Bambi playing with Thumper in the snow. It’s 3 o’clock a.m.

Cameron woke up unable to breathe and could barely sit up long enough to take a few drops of medication before he was out. He slept most of the morning, but did manage to roll into the library long enough to complete a few classes before he couldn’t think at all. Kudos for trying, bud!

With Cameron sick, I took Nikki to school and dropped her off before I followed my trek for my morning walk. I had lost seven pounds, and with the week I took off by being sick a couple of weeks ago, I’m afraid the fat left to multiply and return with its offspring. I feel like it’s doubled. Anyone who’s ever fought the battle of the bulge can verify how depressing it is to gain weight back. Someone should get to work fast on a diet consisting of chocolate flavored candy that doesn’t make us sick. And I’m not talking about chocolate Ex-Lax.

So I read an article stating that those unemployed more than six months have a decreasing rate of re-hire, even if they’re better qualified .  According to this website, my state has one of the lowest unemployment rates. It’s about time I’m one of the fewest percent, but sure wish it was the most likely to win five million dollars—no, I’m not hard to please.

Oh, so I got up to use the restroom and the bulb burned out. We didn’t have a replacement. Do you realize what a commotion that makes in a house when the bathroom door can’t be closed without the person inside tripping to fall into the commode? As soon as the store opened this morning, I drove to the hardware store to purchase new bulbs. I about lost any sense I had left (speaking of sensibility, not actual money) when I found a sign under a row of bulbs for this screaming rate! For four rooms, you’re spooning out one hundred freaking dollars! That’s more than a month in electricity, right? I buckled and spent $4.95 for the cheap ones that’ll last about three months. As long as I got a light to write my blog, I’m good.