post-vacation

I'm back from Mexico, tan, tired..it was nice but the trip back home killed all the zen. Nika's testing me every day, and all the parental advice starts with "here, read this book.." I have no time to read. To think twice, to sleep well, to work out..so many things I need I have no time for. I want to melt into nice big easy chair for an hour and not move. Can't do. A 1.5 meter SHARK swam to me near shore -- made local news. I'm used to unpleasant surprises on vacation -- like an ex-husband popping out of the pool..same shit pretty much, the shark was friendlier though. I'm contemplating a lot, don't know if I'll do it..Morning after we left Mexico, it was hit with a major earthquacke (6.5). Sometimes I feel there's a drunk voodoo queen aiming at a doll with my likeness but missing vital organs ever so slightly, hiccups, or something -- the shark, the quacke, the car dying mid-drive twice last month..Some force out there clearly doesn't want me to get old, ever..