You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. Or, should I say Ms. Grinch. That's what I've become.
Work and the requirements for trying to recover some portion of medical bills I have paid from of the car accident have kept me crazy busy.
They have kept me from even dragging my tree in from the front porch. It was carefully selected by TheDog, delivered over a week ago by my sister and still it sits there. I need help to drag it. But that has been hard to come by when I'm home. Which has been all of about an hour each night.
They have kept me from seeing friends. Attending holiday parties. Decorating. And don't even get me started on shopping. Even writing here.
I'm trying to shed the grinchy-ness. Really, I am.