There is so much psuedo-drama in my life right now I haven't the strength to be profound or contemplative. I couldn't possibly say anything worth reading. The killer is that none of the drama was created or initiated by me. (Let me tell you, in my life, that sucks. Breathe deeply the shock will wear off.)

I can usually create enough mayhem in my own life that I don't have room for anything else. Life is so slow right now, I had a passing thought yesterday that I missed winter. Then we would have more "school" to do. That wore off rather quickly as I completed my book, "Enslaved By Ducks" by Bob Tarte. Now there is an individual that I can relate to. Only in my case the enslavement is by children. (Relax, will ya. I didn't say that this was a bad thing.)

The drama that has been thrust upon me is so trivial it's grounds for a bad comedy. All I can say is this, when I grow up, I hope I can be as put together as this bunch that I have to deal with momentarily.(There is a lot of heavy laden sarcasm in all that expression.)  (And no, strangley enough, it doesn't involve my children.) Try a room full of Mrs. Cravitz. Does that help?

The trauma/drama will continue and I will continue to poke fun. Seriously, there is so much of it I couldn't possibly elaborate. It's akin to the Ladies Church Auxilary getting thier collective panties in a twist over the city planting petunias instead of impatients in the parkway in front of the church. Kapish?

Stay tuned or visit the Alter Ego.