Last night, I was tired…tired of the same old everyday stuff that just.never.changes. Yes, the Cubs won the World Series, which was certainly not the same old stuff, but the rest of it was: realizing that my newest bra was too tight (again), my once-loose pants were too tight. Fuck. Here we go again.
Yet I spoke 
with a friend and am feeling hopeful now. This endless see-saw – actually it’s just a see…I haven’t saw’d in a while – is in for a surprise. Another point of interest: my desire for coffee has waned tremendously – to the point of only sipping one cup (instead of three to four), and barely that.
A day filled with lots of paperwork. I met a new co-worker today, did some crisis work, I SIGNED UP FOR ANOTHER WORKSHOP! This one is next week and is in Sacramento. I’ll be a certified crisis something-or-other. I just have to find a way to get The Boy to school each day (The Girl has numerous options).
Home, where I was quite tired. Ate left-overs (again) for dinner and considered bed. The sheets are icy cold each night and while it only takes a few minutes for them to heat up, I would venture to say it is flannel bed linen season. This weekend will be exciting (I’ll be changing the bed linens
– my excitement standards have plummeted immensely).
An adult-like human shared with me that the word beginning with “F” and ending with “uck” was said in front of my daughter. The adult-like human shared that Maggie doubled-over in laughter. I am so proud that my verbal skills have carried my child this far in life that she is able to cope sufficiently in F-bomb situations.
Pictures: “I know you, rider, gonna miss me when I’m gone.” I needed to see that; Excited about this seminar.
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