Caloden has recently experienced a security breach or sorts, although that would be going a bit far since this site has never been password protected or secretly hidden anywhere. Somehow, some way some individuals who I know and see most of days of the week found my blog and, so I surmise, have passed it around as a matter of small interest. No big deal, that is generally what people do with blogs when they find one they enjoy, or if it is authored by somebody they know, or if it is just too much of a train wreck to not read. I am not sure exactly why it was passed around because, really, my words are not all that interesting or life changing. True, in the last couple of months I have mentioned a time or two some dissatisfaction with my job, and I suppose that were somebody somehow associated with my work they might wonder just why I would complain. So that might be a reason. Or maybe, just maybe, my words might mean something to somebody and the need to read post after post might just be too deep to not read. All right, not too likely but a girl can dream.

In an effort to understand just why a couple of new readers might find interest in Caloden I have been reading back through some of my more recent posts and this is what I have to say about that: OH. MY. GOD. I have never, ever read such a collection of self-indulgent, self-pitying vomit in one sitting. Seriously, who the hell coughs up this sort of stuff week after week? Well, me, is the obvious answer. In my defense I will say this: Contrary to what some of my words have reflected, I have loved my job this year. What has been difficult is the situation, which I won’t delve into here, and that was poorly expressed in my moaning and whining about how hard my job is and how I am too tired to fire a synapse from one brain cell to another. I am blessed to have a job where I am surrounded by innocence and joy every single day. Yes, I am thrilled as punch that summer is here. Who wouldn’t be? I get to spend the next three months with my own children. Plant my garden. Kill mice. Clean out the kitchen drawers. Go camping. Try to get in shape. All those things are what I have been thinking when I have been expressing an extreme need for summer to arrive. So there it is, a small explanation for my complete lack of grace and a hope that if there continue to be new readers they will look beyond my crap ass whining and realize this is all just the late night ramblings of somebody who should really be spending this time sleeping rather than gushing out my innards to my laptop.

And just in case anybody is wondering, my summer is going swimmingly well. Other than my mouse executions I have accomplished little other than getting oodles of laundry done and folded. The children and I have been catching up and spending some time just being. Nothing to whine about here.