Mayday! Mayday!

Hmm, it's after midnight, I guess I've missed the first of May. (And can I just say here, for the record, that I hate that for the next month Word will try to capitalize the word every time I type the word "may"? It's worse than March, because, really, how often do people say the word "march"?)

Anyway, it was May 1st and there were lots of demonstrations by legal and illegal immigrants. I was with them in spirit, but really the only reason I didn't spend any money was because I didn't have any. Oh, except I spent two bucks to take the bus back up the hill from the bank, because I at least had two checks to deposit, so tomorrow, I will have some money. And putting that title on this post is kind of misleading, since it was last week that I was in real trouble. As of today, I'm just dealing with normal stress levels, not the aggravated kind that were troubling me just a few short days ago. Ah, such is life.

I was going to write some about how I'm reading John Steinbeck's Journal of a Novel, written during his first draft of East of Eden (my very favorite book, which I hope to reread soon), but I'm tired, the cat is cranky and I want to curl up in bed with some milk and cookies. (You didn't see that, right? The part about the cookies, I mean. Shhhh...)

I also wanted to post about my mother and how worried I am about her. Also for another time

It's the merry month of May and the 10th will be my birthday. Sweet dreams to all!