Sometimes it feels like I'm being pushed to see what my level of tolerance and patience is. Last night I reached it, at least temporarily. I went to bed disgusted, discouraged, and just plain fed up, and I think Miguel was almost as frustrated (so it wasn't just me). Things that seem logical to me don't necessarily happen here, and that drives me nuts, especially when I'm near the end of my rope.
So hear up Isla - I give, ok!? (but not forever, just for today. I'll be back)