Monosyllabic musings
Gah.
Tired.
I need a wife.
(Okay, that probably deserves a bit of polysyllabic explanation. Packing and cleaning and dealing with all the details of getting my house up for sale and looking for a new one has me completely wrung out and exhausted. It doesn't help that work is just insane lately, too. I need to be giving work extra time, which I don't have because every spare minute I have is taken up by the house stuff. This is one of the few times when I wish I had someone to share some of the responsibility with. I've had help from friends, but that's not quite the same.)
Tired.
I need a wife.
(Okay, that probably deserves a bit of polysyllabic explanation. Packing and cleaning and dealing with all the details of getting my house up for sale and looking for a new one has me completely wrung out and exhausted. It doesn't help that work is just insane lately, too. I need to be giving work extra time, which I don't have because every spare minute I have is taken up by the house stuff. This is one of the few times when I wish I had someone to share some of the responsibility with. I've had help from friends, but that's not quite the same.)