wells + projects = frustration & boys = confusion

I absolutely love my house. I love that it's a single story brick rancher. I love that my mom has it decorated with a country flair. I love that it's located in the middle of nowhere. (No one can find it without specific directions!) However, this morning, I was not loving my house.

Since we're in the middle of nowhere, we have a well that we use for water. Now I know you're imagining that well from Snow White, but wells have progressed a long way since Walt Disney adapted those seven dwarves. We actually have indoor plumbing now. Anyway, my well pump died, so there is temporarily no running water. Frustrating, isn't it?

On top of that, I have a huge project for work that I've worked on for months that was due to be completed this week. My graphics collaborator has not returned my email, asking for the graphic that is to go on the front of the booklet I have assembled. Since this is a time-sensitive project that is being sent out to be printed, I'm a little antsy. More frustration.

Now, the confusing boys. I was dating this guy who was absolutely wonderful. Then, somewhat suddenly, it was over. Left with a lot of confusion and hurt, I moped around for days. And, now a couple of weeks later, he calls me. Part of me is still getting over that hurt, wounded, confused feeling. The other part of me wants to jump for joy and run with it. But who's to say that it won't happen again? Where is that pesky, all-knowing wizard when you need him?