Oh good, I feel better already. At least I broke through the perfectionist paralyzation and "where to begin" barricades.

Way too much stuff, good and bad has been going on this summer. Overwhelming, suffocating things (literally). Been filling the voids with a weird balance of obsessive work and obsessive shopping. And I don't have to leave my chair to do either (sigh). And I'm scarily efficient at both.

In the "real" world, I've been helping my parents with some of their medical problems, being chauffeur and escort, which is one of the reasons I got a big four-door car last year when it came time to replace the old two-door. And I took the Maxima on it's first road trip, it did everything beautifully except maneuver the narrow streets of New Orleans (there's got to be something I can do about it's lack of turning radius, it's embarrassing). And the factory stereo system is lacking, doesn't do well with the 70 mph road noise. Amazing highway car, though, just a joy to drive.

I've been dealing with my own really horrendous health problems too (yes, worse than my usual problems). I seem to have developed a really bad case of asthma (yea! a new health problem, more meds to buy each month!), which started as just a cough, turned into lots of chest congestion, and then manifested itself as full-blown can't breathe, wheezing bronchial spasm attacks. I have a whole new respect for my father's emphysema, which is one of many serious problems he battles daily. And I don't smoke, never have, hate to be around it. But my theory is my problems came about as a result of an incorrectly diagnosed medicine (which dramatically worsened, if not caused, the congestion to begin with).

But more on all these stories to come... particularly since I now have extremely limited vocal abilities to do much in the way of oral storytelling, perhaps I can clear some of the static in my brain by writing it down.

Small amount of guilt now assuaged, perhaps I can sleep tonight...