Nasty cold

It appears that Cash and I found a particularly nasty germ. So we shared it. Poor little guy. He is miserable and so am I. So soup and plenty of fluids are the order of the day. Hopefully it won't last too long. I hate it when he is sick.

Convinced...

Everyday that I read Sarah's blog I am convinced that she was a writer in a previous life. I tell her she should not squander her talent and she should write a book. I went so far as to tell her that she could be her generations "Jen Lancaster". She just laughs and tells me that I say that because I am biased. Yea, a little but she is one darn talented gal.

All mixed up...

Having spent the better part of the last couple of days looking through Steve's desk in search of software I am running the gamut of emotions. Missing him like crazy is at the top of the list. My trip to the cemetery today was a very emotional one. I knew it was going to be a tough one when I started crying before I even got there. I keep wondering if it will ever get better.

So as I continue the search for the missing software. And it has been a real eye opener. Music cd's in many of the drawers, DVD's, manuals, software, oodles of back up disks, random cables, various memory cards, hard drives, printer ink, stamps, vitamins, etc. No rhyme or reason as near as I can tell. Now I have boxes of various sizes littering the office. Now it really looks like a bomb went off in here. Geez...