I've already failed. Four days, two blogs. Zero entries that are entertaining in any way. That's probably because I'm in a total funk. Okay that's probably not it ... I'm lazy and easily distracted, two traits that don't exactly bode well for consistency. But I am feeling pretty foul. Menstrual, plus big-time dental work this morning (two crowns, side-by-side -- wouldn't want one to be lonely), stressed about money, uninspired at work, and living in a lovely three bedroom two bath home that may be classified as unfit to live. My husband's a remodeler. Fairly recent gig. Building a business by building what other people want ... kitchens, new bathrooms, even a new poolhouse for his parents. But for us, we don't have a wall between our kitchen and the garage. Or a stove. Or two showers that work. Or a roof that doesn't leak. Or a yard that has grass. Or a home of our own because once again we've opened our home to a friend who's staying with us for a while. In the incomplete house. On a mattress on the floor of the living room. Really. Paying jobs come first. Family next. Friends next. Then ... then ... then we can consider doing something for ourselves. Don't get me wrong. We're in this together. I'm just as guilty. But something's gotta give.