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What to do.....what to do....

Having spent the majority of yesterday in bed with hubby (and not in good way), it's nice to climb from the sack this morning to find that my tummy issues appear to have resolved, but my spinal column is still trying to kill me.

I'll head off to the pool after I get the last of the kidlets off to school. It usually helps me work the kinks out and I feel better for it. I hope my hubby's back is feeling better this morning. That reminds me, I need to make him an appointment with the Chiropractor.

Next week marks the end of the school year for my babies. The year seems to have flown. Again. Soon I'll be sitting in a nursing home, gumming my meals, holding wheelchair races down the halls and wondering why my children never visit.

Ah yes, the cycle of life.

I've spent the last couple of days working on columns for deadlines and pondering writing a letter to a murderer.

When I was fourteen, my best friend was raped and murdered. Everyone, including a good family friend who was a homicide cop, was sure that Ted Bundy was the one that had taken Kathy's life. It turns out that we were wrong. And now that I'm in the initial stages of writing about Kathy, I feel as though I need to talk to this....man. If only to ask him why.

Time to wake the last two sleeping angels and get them off to school so I can swim my anxiety off. Toodles!

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