At times like this I wish you were around to help me.
I know you have to care for your niece. But when come crunch time, I wish you could just lend me a helping hand.
I need to find boxes, pack books, run meetings and goodness knows what else.
I feel frayed and stretched to the point where if I were silly putty I would be almost translucent.
I wish I were an Octopus with eight brains.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
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