So before I kick off some entries of general crankiness, I will say this:
On Saturday, a pretty gorgeous day, I found myself in the yard finishing up some staining of our deck chairs, while my husband and son were playing catch in the backyard. The sun was on my skin and their happy chatter was in my ears, punctuated by the sound of the baseball hitting leather. And at that moment, I thought that despite the stresses and concerns and uncertainty (and my endless griping about it all), I have a pretty nice life.