Saturday, February 17, 2007

One of those cryptic postings I find frustrating as a reader

The world is treating me bad. Misery.

I can't tell you what's going on, but if you were to guess, you'd probably be in the neighborhood of being right. I can't ask your advice, and I can't expect your sympathy.

John is fine. My dad is presumably fine (and I must remember his birthday next week!). Tuffy is fine. The online world is fine.

To hear some people tell it, I'm not fine. They're not entirely wrong.

To say more would be to cross boundaries I've set for myself, so I won't.

Forgive me.



deslily said...

well that doesn't bode well..

whatever it is I hope you are feeling better soon..

julie said...

If you need to chat, you've got my e-mail address.

Georganna Hancock said...


Anonymous said...

Tsk...I hope your health is holding up. And I suspect that you have too many obligations pulling you in too many directions. I'll hope for the best and holler at me if you need a shoulder or ass-vice or anything. Ya know.
Becky Y.

Bea said...

Karen, at our age, we know what we should do, but we don't do it because of our numerous obligations that involves pleasing others and trying to get enough rest so we can pursue those activities that interest us the most. I hope that you are able to recupe from this health-crisis...I know I cannot tell you anything you didn't already know... but I do pray that you will get well, get healthy, get rested, and feel great again. bea