The last few weeks have been cruddy. Really cruddy on just about every level. I feel like I have wandered into a cow pasture. A pasture that was just occupied by a herd with explosive dysentery. No matter where I step, I seem to be getting poo all over me.

I am hesitant to state what the final straw was because just about the time I think that was it, a whole new bale of hay falls in my lap. 

What is with the farm metaphors?

I am ready for this chapter to be over. It has helped walking through it sleep deprived, I can chalk it up to one long nightmare, but even those end in the morning.

Is it morning yet?

Oh wait, I think I actually need to sleep to wake up.