Apparently, I have confused a lot of readers thinking that I have been sitting in Betty Ford’s Clinic sucking my thumb in the fetal position. Actually, it was at my own home.

Seriously, Last week was a tough week. I have been working especially hard hours and incurring a lot of stress during that period. Some things at work happened that caused me to reevaluate to regroup and to recharge. I took 3 days off last week, and tried to meditate my way in to an answer as to why the heck I was feeling like the doormat of the world. I should have seen it coming given my bouts with insomnia, and my lack of fresh air and sunshine. I guess all I really needed was a hug, and the words of a little girl. Heck, now I can move mountains…or at least sweep the kitchen floor. The “S” on Daddy’s chest need to be repainted. Even Daddy's have their krytonite.