Another morning has arrived with wet ground, fuzzy air and a cool stillness that threatens warmth. The birds are going to town, singing their verbal slideshows of the winter they spent down south and the sky has tiny pillow clouds hanging in it that tell me I should be in Kansas.

Work has provided an agonizing week where not much seemed to be accomplished because of going to QA seven times with a build that just got buggier. This is what happens when programmers don’t read requirements and you’ve grown to trust their work.

In less than 48 hours my baby boy (and his wife!) will be here, which sparked a fury of cleaning this past weekend that was two years overdue. The kitchen purge alone resulted in four trash bags in addition to a box of expired liqueurs, drink mixes, and spices that I’ve probably had over five years. Note to self: cook more. Note to self: be grateful you have a life that allows you to buy things you’ll never use.

The floors are polished to a shiny newness I’d forgotten they were capable of and it feels mostly fresh here now.

The comfort provided by the reboot has been interrupted, when on Monday night ago there was an ugly scene with one of my neighbors who a) believes it’s his world and we’re living in it without his permission b) needs anger management classes c)was weaned from the teet too soon and is still full of fury about it or d)all of the above. Whichever option you choose, it will be the right one, and it will explain why I was up until 1am the night before last and 2am last night looking on line for new digs.

I’m a painfully patient person with invisible boundaries laid carefully and without pattern that resemble a minefield. It’s hard to know when you’re going to set me off, but if you fuck around long enough something is liable to go KABOOM.

So babies, I’m tired. I’m sleepy and a wee cranky and making the most out of every round of the clock I’ve been given which unfortunately leaves very little for you. Be patient…I’ll be back.