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A wild beauty was peeking out from a tight spot between rocks n a hard place on the D-bridge last week.

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Rain n more rain for Day Off today. The lawn remains wild. All the available yard blossoms to spy are stunted n mis-hapen this week. Some squiggly-looking brown-eyed-Susans finally arrived in my deck containers, but are tall n falling over in the heavy rain. The little one in the lawn by the front walk (shown in Fall leaves Awhile Back) now has three flower stalks, but they are very tiny.

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I'm depressed to see today that my Sage herb is shriveled up. The Thyme is teeny. My time to do anything about any yard stuff is miniscule as well.

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Missed sleep has me feeling very exhausted. My arms are sore from work with added daily wall-washings of vinegar. Some box sorting, n repacking is getting done, but the carrying to the truck n making trips across town is slow. I managed a trip in a downpour before the space place closed tonight. I'm tired of spending my free time this way.

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Meanwhile, back in the useable part of my little apartment, all the footage is filling in, n becoming non-functional for quickly finding any desired gizmo. Living here right now is inconvenient, to say the least.

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Feeling stressed- I can not wait until the work detail folks decide to get this all over with. Looks like it will be a long haul. I'm betting the work will cause me yet even more severe sleep deprivation n aggrivation. My mood is already grinding, n I'm ready to go off with just a little push the wrong way...

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I don't know how I'll endure living like this! I want alot of roomy space, time off, vacation, sleep, relaxing, reading, guitar playing all day, painting, sunlight, time to spend with the little ones, n friends. I don't have any of that until further notice.

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It all seems so unfair- to be robbed of my normal home life, n still have to pay for it. To have no room to function, n still pay full rent, n for storage too. I'm paying with lost time n activities that could earn me the catch-up on bills bux I need. So far I've lost all the sleep, done all the work, n done all the paying, while no one else has been inconvenienced at all...

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Hopefully, I'll survive this somehow, n hang tough like the little flower did at the bridge, 'til all the water washes these troubles away...