Its mid-day already and I'm wondering where time has gone when I stopped looking. Time for a break.

The phone rings as I stand up. I think, the hair stylist calling to cancel my appointment because she's sick, or maybe the dentist calling to confirm my appointment for next week. Or a telemarketer. Or someone dialing a wrong number for the pharmacy again. Bah.

I consider not answering. For, maybe, two seconds.

Forty-five minutes later I hang-up the phone, breathing a sigh of relief.

It is not going to be that kind of year.

First day of school senior year, I was saying that to myself. "Yep. Its going to be that kind of year." I just seemed to know it, from the second I walked in that morning. And, boy was I right. But despite it all... it was a pretty good year. Even though I'd never want to do it again.

Things are looking up. I can weather this.