Rolling With the Punches

Life has decided to throw us a few more curve balls. The Bloke’s contract was terminated. He did his job too well and worked through all the backlog. I’m proud as punch of my man, but that’s thrown us into interesting waters again.

I’m not fully recovered from the flu and now it seems The Bloke starting to succumb to it. He’s cheerful, but knowing him, he’s being cheerful for my sake.

I’m in a bit of a black mood right now, I must admit. I’m trying not to get into the mentality of bad things always happening when I start getting the hang of things. I don’t want to go there because it doesn’t serve any purpose.

So here I am, trying to smile as I write this and rolling with the punches.

But I swear, if something happens to the cat or the puppy, I’m going to have some major raging at the universe to do.