thoughts on a rainy day

It's rainy and cold, for Georgia, that is. The high today is 55, and the rain hasn't let up for a minute. Julia is super boogery, and I can't help but cradle her, as helpless as she is while sick. Whenever she sneezes, she whines, "it hurts, hold me." Who am I to deny her, and though I wish illness weren't the reason for her constant snuggles, I love every second. Grace teetered on the edge of coming down with this bug--the bags under her eyes were enormous--but school seemed to cure her. I'm snuffly too, but mostly because the house is chilly. I'm not yet ready to heat our eleven foot high ceilings.

Tomorrow I have a meeting for work. Yes, work. I need to do that sometime. Craig will have to watch the little bug. She'll enslave him as she always does. He always knew he would have girls. I suspect he didn't understand how willing he would be to do their bidding. Post meeting I'll need to make contacts and actually get out of the house. Hooray. For Work. And Being Out of the House.

I'm in a good place about Macon. Surprised? No, it didn't happen because of work, though employment does help. I was driving myself insane (and Craig too). THIS IS WHERE WE LIVE! WHY BE MISERABLE! I've made a concerted effort to focus on the beauty of this crumbling southern town. Yes, it's dirty and poor and there's a whole lot of misery to tap into, but I'm not going to do it. We have an exceedingly simple life. How come I forget that so easily?