NOTHING ABOUT NOTHING

Nothing about something.
Something about nothing.

I have no ideas, yet I feel compelled to write something.  So here goes.

Um
Just a minute.

Nothing comes to mind.  Damn!



Still nothing.

*sigh*

Carpets cleaned (yesterday).  Laundry done.

Now what?

Wait for David's call.

Which I'd bet will NOT come on Monday, as he speculated.

So....... I need to plan on what I'm going to do WITHOUT David's call.

Continue to work with Dr. Pruitt.  Continue to be careful to the penny about finances.  (sort of).
Continue to dig myself out of debt, or sell the house, or cash in my 501K.

Continue depression.

Continue to feel bad about my life.

Continue to react rather than act.