Down.

I'm feeling blue.

It's been a good day, and I can check a lot o' things off my long list of stuff to get done, but I can't shake feeling BLEH.

It doesn't help that Billy-my-hero (who "raises me up" - think Josh Groban) has been pretty much MIA since Lolo left. He's had a boatload of church stuff to attend to, and is currently on the high adventure activity with the scouts in our ward until tomorrow... sometime. I've tried to help him out this past week by taking out the garbage, mowing the lawn, dropping off and picking up vehicles from the tire store, balancing the checkbooks, paying the bills... in addition to working a few long days (10+ hours on Wednesday) at the salon, trying to do some side work for his company, trying to get the house back in order from our crazy summer, doing laundry, and taking care of my lone child left at home (which, btw, I think I'm flailing at). I've also decided that I have a severe case of plantar fasciitis - the reason for my constant hobbling around like a 90 year old lady. I have been doing foot exercises, icing my feet, and purchasing expensive shoes that feel pretty much like the shoes I already have. Next step - Dr. Scholls for every pair of shoes I own. (Interesting fact found on the www: even if left untreated, plantar fasciitis usually goes away within a year. Just a year.)

It also doesn't help that I've been missing Wonderful Sweet Scarlett. Little Mama (who I'm sure is pretty darn busy, too) hasn't sent me a pic... an insta... or even a snapchat for a few days, so I'm having withdrawals. And feeling a little lonely. And thinking that if I only lived closer, Wonderful Sweet Scarlett (and all of my beloved Utah children), would cheer me up.

And I'm missing Sister Syddall. I tell you, it's been the longest week + 2 days of my life.

To top things off, as I was printing out the meet schedule (at 9pm) for Mar's All-star meet tomorrow (which we were going to leave for at 6:20am), I noticed that she is NOT on it. I've sent emails and texts, and we still don't know if she'll be able to swim. Partly my fault, partly the coaches fault, partly the team's fault. I could bore you with the details, but I won't. I've shed a few tears about it tonight because, like I mentioned, I only have one child to rear at the present, and I'm apparently not doing a great job at making sure she's covered. AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!

Maybe I should just put some panties on my head to brighten things up a bit.

I pinned this today on Pinterest:

Things always seem worse at night. I think I'll go hit the hay... the sun will come out tomorrow, right?

(Unless it's a no-go for Mar to swim, then I'll be back-peddling all day to make it right... at least as right as I can.) We have the sister missionaries coming for dinner... hopefully Bill will be home in time. The good thing is they won't have to wait on the front step for him to arrive if he's NOT home yet.

Tomorrow there'll be sun.