family portrait

listening to pink. the weather is hot and sticky, with fog and clouds.

sam is upstairs with his friend ian. jake is at mini university camp at dal this week. we are selling the house. i packed some boxes yesterday... hopefully it won't be too protracted. i am not good with suspense.

i am feeling pretty crappy. stressed out. uncertain. lost, maybe. things should be so good right now, but they aren't. i am angry too. and disappointed. and so tired. where do i even start to make things better, and how did it get to be my job? it isn't my job, except maybe ipso facto i'm the only one who thinks anything needs to be done. frig.