I got sick (pneumonia) this month. I'm still sick, sparing you the ghastly, disgusting details. I'm so tired of being sick.

The dishwasher broke.

The washing machine gave up the ghost and the laundry pileth up. Too sick to go to laundromat just now.

My husband got an infection, and after an all night stay in the ER (world's most uncomfortable chairs), he spent three days in the hospital. He's home now, but bedridden. For who knows how long.

And, just to make my life complete, I got a letter today from the IRS, notifying me of an audit of my 2006 taxes.

I could use some moral support, good thoughts and a bar of chocolate.

Thanks.