It’s muddy around here, and not just because of the recent storms. Our schedules are all haywire and out-of-whack. A husband working the phones and the resume, looking for a job. A 3-year-old with a 102.9 fever and a gnarly cough who can’t sleep past 5:15 in the morning and is trying to give up his nap. A woman who’s trying to finish the rough draft of a screenplay for a big meeting in a week, apply for jobs in a way she hasn’t for YEARS, and do all the COBRA-this, apply-for-that stuff that comes with major life change.

For a while there, a few months maybe, life started to seem a little bit predictable. For better or worse, I started to have a pretty good idea what I could expect out of myself and others in a given day. Now it’s all up in the air again.
Major life change. That’s what we’re swimming in over here.
We’re thinking the current will eventually take us somewhere pretty good, but the waters are muddy along the way.