I've been a little self-absorbed lately, and I despise what I see. I suspect my husband feels the same way about me. His patience has grown thin, and I can't really blame him.

We went to the Blues Fest on Friday night. He walked faster than usual, and I couldn't keep up. I lost sight of him. I could only see the faces closest to me, and a feeling of dread came over me. If I stopped walking, I'd probably faint, but I didn't know which way to walk!

I figured it was best to stay put and walk in circles until he found me, but then I started to wonder if he'd even bother to come look for me! By the time he found me, I was terrified and he was furious

It was the ONLY time I've ever attended the Chicago Blues Fest while truly suffering from the blues.