Lost

I stopped following Lost after its three-month hiatus in the third season, so I guess I can't really blame anyone who's stopped following my blog after its own brief (three-week) hiatus. I am, however, reconsidering the idea of watching the entire Lost series from start to finish, especially because I'd like to start watching Alcatraz but can't seem to bring myself to watch a new J.J. Abrams-related series without having finished an old one. (This anal retentiveness is surely the root of my self-diagnosed neurosis.) I guess what I'm trying to say is that I haven't completely given up on Lost, and I hope you haven't given up on me either.  

The truth is, I've been feeling a bit lost myself these days. Call it the blues, call it the blahs, call it what you will.

Over the past few weeks, my immune system was getting its ass kicked, my reproductive system was kicking mine, and Elizabeth's teething was kicking everyone's. To boot, despite my nightly moisturizing routine, my thumbs starting cracking, making the simple task of fastening a sleeper button feel like I was sticking my finger into an electric pencil sharpener. And, to get an idea of the stellar physical shape I'm in, I literally strained my neck while walking out of one room into another and gargling is near impossible. All in all, it's been a trying few weeks, physically and emotionally. If there were an award for being a "negative Nelly" (as my friend Carolyn would say), surely I'd have won it. (But it's healthy to complain, in moderation, because it's necessary to break yourself down before you can rebuild...right?)

With the help of my husband, my family, my mother-in-law, and my chiropractor, I've managed to get back on track (I think) and check off some much-needed rest, fresh air, light housekeeping, and a neck adjustment from my infinite to-do list (yet another culprit of said neurosis). In any case, I'm still considering temporarily changing the name of my blog to My Name's Debbie, Debbie Downer and am now a bit reluctant to publish one of my next posts, "Lorazepam and Loot Bags"....What the hell. Stay tuned.