My muses seem to be out on a late summer vacation. I don't have much to say and what I do have to say is frequently grumpy. Late August has always been a strange time of the year for me. It was end of the summer harvest season when I was growing up, lots of work and lots of stress. My father didn't deal well with stress. My birthday is this week, and that has a history of stress for me. There are unresolved issues from 45 years ago. Hard to let go of some things. I have to remember that forgiveness is something you do for you, not the other person. I miss going back to school.
I had scheduled a meeting this morning to discuss a project. Everyone and their pet duck showed up. Maybe they were prepared for me to be a bitch. I wasn't. It was a walk in the park.