I'm exhausted.  And if not for that catnap I got just now, I would totally be tirangry.  Travel has got me so strung out.  And that I have been gone for two weeks and I have to get back to a snowpack I need to plow in order to get my cars out of the driveway has gotten me real anxious.  Worst of all, I have to admit, is that I have asked people to pick me up to take me home, and no one is saying yes.  I could use a pick-me-up (literally) today, and it ain't happening.  So I'll have to use fucking public transportation for 90 minutes to see if the house is still standing or if the pipes have burst.

I have no friends.  And I am angry about that.