The House Across the Street

…is a complete and total mystery to me. At any given time, there are three people who come and go with regularity: two men, one woman. There seem to be three cars involved, and any one of them drives them at any given time: a Prius, a VW bug, and a new Tacoma truck (this last one was apparently wish-fulfillment for the ‘main’ resident – the one who seems to be there the most and who walks the dogs – who had truck-lust after he saw my Dad’s truck here while he was renovating).

Is it a home? An office? Both? I seriously want to just go over and satisfy my curiosity by asking what the deal is…but it would probably be inadvisable.

Aaaaaaaagh.

Totally burnt-out, and I have a hellish summer to get through. Bought a house, now have two dead baby birds in the molding above the front door. And many little tiny bugs going to and from their little dead baby bird carcasses.

Dissertation: have a deadline for two chapter drafts, don’t see how it’s ever going to come together, given that I currently have no help with the kids and #2 is rather needy.

Kids: TV is raising them.

Me: Utterly exhausted – literally. I can’t sit down without passing out. Except at night, when I can’t sleep for worrying about the dissertation, crappy parenting, and dead baby birds.

Cardiac episode: Probably imminent.