Trouble

We've got trouble - right here in River city. In way of an explanation for my scarce posting. I'm on my laptop with it's annoying broken space bar and i'm sitting at the kitchen island, not in my cozy upstairs den/computer room. You see my husband is sleeping in there because my 20 yr old step-daughter has decided to live with us and is back in her/his room. Oh it's too complicated and depressing to write about now with this broken spacebar and all so i'm going to bed before she stumbles in in a few short hours.

That was written last night in despair and then promptly taken down in the morning before work. I thought i would work on it but what is there to say really?