So first off, my Google horoscope said something about “You might feel insecure today,” which made me laugh, because that could be just about every day.

Second, I do seem to have a flu-like thing, with a sore head and general lethargy, but I’m not sneezing or all achey or completely miserable, which leads me to the third thing:

The Ill Conundrum

On one hand, no-one wants to be sick, but on the other, if you are sick, I wish I could be REALLY sick, so I wouldn’t keep asking myself, “Do I feel better? Can I do the laundry today? Or work out? Or am I still sick, and that would make me feel worse?”

I hate the Ill Conundrum. Happens to me all the time, because I feel like generally I am a healthy person, so when I get sick, I don’t get crazy sick where I must lie in bed and speak in a wan voice.

For example, this morning I got up at 6:00am, made breakfast for the son, got him dressed and shod, and packed his and the Grown-Up Frampton’s lunch. The only concession to feeling poorly was to stay in jammies and have the G-U F take the boy outside to wait for the bus. And then I went straight back to bed.

Of course, if I were really ill, I couldn’t do any of those things, but once I could do anything, I would have to do it all, since things don’t get done here unless I do them.

Sigh. I am going to make myself some cream of wheat and stop thinking about conundrums and all.

Is woe you?

No, it’s me. Woe is me.

Not for any reason in particular, just feeling the ebb part of the ebb and flow of life. So I’m gonna chill out today and not beleaguer my kind readers with my various Ts and Ts (Trials and Tribulations).

Hope everyone had a great holiday, and please take a moment to remember that today is World AIDs Day, and people around the globe are still dying from this terrible disease (my uncle died over twenty years ago from it, back when it was the “Gay Man’s Disease.”)

Aha! I thought of what to discuss here, went to put it in the title, and saw I had already used it: Time Management. I’ve cleaned up my basement, all the white undershirts (don’t ask!) are clean, and I am able to keep the dining room table clear.

But I haven’t been able to carve out consistent time to write, except for when the Alpha Dog comes over for a writing date.

So the next step, besides ridding myself of my summer 10, is to write every other day, at least. A goal I think I can manage, if I reward myself sufficiently (”you can’t have a study break if you don’t study”).

Okay. Deep breath. Wish me luck.

Okay, I think you probably know my political leanings: Raised in Cambridge, MA, with a dad who thought Ralph Nader didn’t always go far enough. I know he was disappointed I wasn’t more radical, not being a pot-smoking lesbian (really!), but I’m still pretty left. I don’t put my politics here because me frothing at the mouth isn’t entertaining, nor does it shed light on my talent as a writer.

Of course, the political season calls for exceptions, and I just gotta say–teaching Creationism in schools? Really? THAT’S what you want for our kids, all of ‘em, not just the Christian ones? I am appalled. Leaves me speechless.

But she has a vagina, so I am going to vote for her? Please. Don’t be a dick.