April 12th, 2009

I’m still cranky and grumpy and now sick on top of it all. The whole family is sick, we’re a veritable germ factory. I’ve taken to stealing using some of the boys’ ear-drops, it’s that bad. To remind myself that life does not completely suck, I’m copying out something I wrote in my journal yesterday:

I sit here eating an Italian sandwich with the Swiss Alps in front of me while to my back a street performer plays Scottish bagpipes; in my lap is a book of English poetry and in my bag a German novel. This is the life I have chosen. This is the life I have made.

No, it doesn’t all suck.