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Somewhere in the Middle Between Right and Wrong

I'm stuck in the middle between right and wrong just the song says.....Oh well, it's not the first time and sadly it may not be the last. I'm hoping that it is though. I have so much on my plate right now that I have no idea where to start getting rid of stuff. I have a deadline that is going on course, I'm on track for today so far. I think anyway but I'm supposed to have another one coming up right behind it. Actually with it if I want to be correct. I know it seems crazy but I would be attempting to take care of a lot of bills in a short amount of time.

At the moment I would be switching back and forth between this blog posting and an article. It's the second of five that I have to get done today. So far I've managed to get the kid off to school, do a load of laundry and finish one article. I think it's going to be a good day. I know what I am capable of. Actually I finished two if you count the short news article I grabbed from TB this morning.

I don't know why but at the moment I'm not into the work that I am supposed to be doing which is actually a bad thing. I did manage to make my little girl an appointment for her next Autism consult, it'll be almost three weeks late but that's all right too. Next time I'll call three weeks in advance to get it done, I got too used to the doctor's wife taking care of the labs for me. That does buy me some time to ensure I have all the information that I need for the appointment.

Well, I have to get back to work so I'll be going for now. I'm a good mind to call it a day early and start back this evening after everyone has gone to bed. That might be a bad idea since I have some house cleaning to do after everyone goes to bed.


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