Life Tries to Distract You...

Right now, my stress should be limited to planning for Easter and finishing Hero De Facto.

Instead, I have the PDF of the print version of Sacrificed on my laptop, that needs to be reviewed. The print proof of A Modicum of Truth is sitting on my desk, awaiting its own review. Hero De Facto is not finished yet, as I had hoped. For some reason, the Sacrificed e-book is still not showing up on Google Play, though they claim it's live. And that just the business related stuff.

There are the personal things that stress me out like a visit to the dentist this week, any time I release a new book, or planning a trip (Genius Kid and I are heading to his godmother's for part of Spring Break). I can usually manage those with exercise, eating right, and nibbling a bit of chocolate.

It's the bigger things that are throwing me out of whack.

There was a gun threat at our high school, which in turn triggered an anxiety attack in Genius Kid. No matter what DH or I say, poor GK thinks it's a personal failing, even though he's been working hard to stay on track with his meds and counseling. Personally, I want to wring the neck of the little bastard who made the threat. I don't care if it was a prank or not.

In addition to his high school classes, GK has been taking adult welding classes at the local tech school. He's been enjoying those, even if he's totally exhausted by the end of the week. So, to top off my stress this week, the transmission on his car croaked.

Between paying for GK's welding class and the changes to our insurance plan (instead of paying $100 a month for all my maintenance drugs, it's now $800 a month), we don't have the money get the transmission fixed this month. And we'd pay the same for a decent used car as we would to fix the damn transmission.

*sigh*

Tomorrow's St. Patrick's Day, and I really wish I could find the proverbial pot of leprechaun gold.

Maybe if I go whack some balls, I'd feel better...