Back to Reality in These Foolish Things

Today was one of those days that felt like a “pre-injury” day: work stresses with customer meetings and presentations, Boss riding me for statuses of all projects, grumpy workmates, chatty workmates, good stuff, not-so-good stuff, tons of emails, etc. On top of that, doctor calls and financial things (trying to reconcile some issues on my 2017 taxes that are coming back to haunt me since I switched financial advisors). On top of ALL of that, my Hinge date still hadn’t contacted me about tonight’s 7pm date until close to 4pm and when he did contact me, he suggested a really strange place to meet that was not even close to the location we’d decided upon. Needless to say, I didn’t go on the date.

I’m now in bed with my laptop and the dog curled at my feet. This is the happiest I’ve been all day, save for the drive into work with the top down, music blasting and my pre-work decaf coconut latte (good god, try this concoction…it’s like heaven in a cup!).

Bottom line is, I rolled with the punches but feel like a tiny boat that’s been tossed around in a rolling ocean today. I’m tired and know that this is a normal deal. I’m FINE…I’m just beat.

I’ll write more tomorrow. Tonight, I rest.

Wearily,
GS