Breaking loose . . .

Okay, so it's been quite a ride for a little while . . .

It started way back in the spring with Michael Feldman. Then of course with Mom in the hospital and the car breaking down and more recently it picked up steam with Diana's health issues. Over this past weekend, as Wilma settled in for a two day stay in Cancun, Diana took up the new position of animal umpire. Then as the weather in Key West went south (or northeast, actually) we found ourselves in the unenviable postion of waiting for the shoe to drop. Would we go, would we stay, what? It's funny how so many of our plans were tied up in this one event that we had NO control, or even influence, over.

Sadly, for the residents of South Florida, Wilma turned out to be a worse storm than expected and on Wednesday, United Airlines cancelled our flight. We, of course, were disappointed not to be going on vacation, but humbled by the tragedy to people's lives in that portion of the country. Our thoughts are for their speedy recovery.

The good news is that we've rescheduled our trip for December 7 through the 14. And Key West will be Fantasy Festing for 4 days, the 7th through the 10th. Booyah!

And today, with so many decisions made for me, I feel like the log jam has broken. Things are starting to move. The car goes in for a final fix on Monday. I turned down a "waiting to be your worst nightmare" freelance job yesterday and Diana's finally on the mend. I feel a calm coming over me at last.

Maybe I should resume practicing yoga.