I've been in a funk. I just feel like everything is pointless. The boy is sick today, fever and throwing up. Usually I feel sorry for him, but today I just wish his sensitive stomach would toughen up already. So no bike ride or yoga videos (he pretty much has claim on the tv). I'm really feeling the need to work out. My uterus has been having weird stabby pains, that's new. Not sure what that's all about, but I am sure I don't like it.
I dunno, with the Virginia Tech thing, difficult relationships, miscarriages (not mine), sickness, and politics...I just feel like God isn't very involved. That's a weird feeling for me because I usually feel quite the opposite. Hopelessness does not suit me. Especially when I'm losing weight and now all I want to eat is pie.
Maybe if it's a peach pie with no top crust I'll feel less guilty.... This one looks good.