quasi-rant alert

It's been one of those weeks.

Monday my computer screen went out. No computer. No files.

Tuesday election results sucked. 'nuf said. Well, there's plenty to say, but I won't.

Wednesday a member of the parish died. Fortunately she went peacefully in her sleep. She was 86.

Thursday the crush of funeral preparations (the bulletin, calling people to take roles, planning the service, conjuring up the skeleton of a homily) and last minute details for Saturday's Spaghetti Dinner and Silent Auction fundraiser hovered like vultures. I did manage to sneak in a massage, but the area that really needed attention--my neck--got short shrift (the good news is that I will get a 30-minute complimentary head and shoulder massage next week as compensation for that oversight).

Friday plumbing issues at the house manifested themselves, along with more funeral stuff, more fundraiser stuff. It all happens today.

I'm borrowing an unused computer from church so that Ken can reclaim his office, his desk, and his computer from my clutches. Everything needs to be installed and downloaded. Everything.

I'm trying to get some Pampered Chef business cooking as well, so add that to the mix.

I'm grumpy. I hurt all over. I miss Dooley (my dog). I want a real vacation. Maybe somewhere poolside with a book and a Cabana Boy, and someone who will do the cooking. Maybe an occasional drink with an umbrella in it. Is that asking too much?