Even after so many years of living, life can just be so cyclical. There are some ruts that you can get out of and some ruts that just seem to keep dragging you back in. Sometimes, life is like a curling up and climbing inside a giant tire and then rolling down a hill; its fast and furious, spinning wildly out of control while you try to make sense of the blur that spinning by before it quickly crashes and stops. I just call it Chronically confused.
The problem this year was quite opposite. The weather was awful, cold and rainy for the first two days and then on the third day the skies opened and finally we got some sunshine...