*whine*

I was in a wreck this Sat­ur­day.  Not a big deal, really — the dam­age you see on the left is the worst of it.  My fin­gers are jammed and it hurts to type because the airbag deployed into them.  My neck and shoul­ders are actu­ally pretty sore too, and ran­dom parts of my body.  Every­one else was pretty much fine, and the cars were cov­ered by insurance.

Have I men­tioned being dis­cour­aged?  I am.  It’s funny, because that night I was feel­ing pretty good.  I was even in the mid­dle of a con­ver­sa­tion when the wreck hap­pened about plans for 2010, and how things were going to pick up really soon.  Christ­mas had worked out pretty well, with the kids being roy­ally spoiled by grand­par­ents, and I was see­ing a glim­mer of some­thing bet­ter.  It’s typ­i­cal.  I dare to express hope and *BAM*!

Oh my gosh, I’m pulling up as hard as I can!  I’ve got to be lev­el­ling off soon, right? I need some­one to pet me; I need to catch a break; I need to remem­ber how to breathe.  2009 isn’t over yet, but I hope the worst of the dam­age is over.  I think my res­o­lu­tions for 2010 are already writ­ten for me. I just need to fix just about every­thing in my life, start­ing with my outlook.