Barely Holding On

I have been so crazy, so overwhelmed recently, that I think its safe to say I'm on the tightrope, but just barely. I'm only holding on by a couple of fingers while a tiny bird pecks at them, in the rain, with the wind blowing, and a giant gorilla is jumping down the line.

Lucky for me, that damn gorilla should wander away this afternoon after he realizes we held on and close on our forever home.  The trick will be to stop the rain and get our current house rented out and fully move.

I'm learning to work with the wind. I'm taking over the practice area of a colleague moving on to bigger and better things. It is exciting and scary all at once and a career move I relish.

I'm never going to get back on the line though and feel safe until that little bird stops pecking at my fingers. DQ has not been improving since my last post and her episode. I've watched her start to look worse and worse. She is showing more and concerning symptoms daily. Tomorrow, we see the cardiologist; the bird will fly away or start pecking harder.

I guess I'll just have to find a way to put on gloves.