I slept harder, througher than I have in a long time, but it was still so fucking difficult to get up this morning. For the first time in a long time, I considered calling in sick, only… I wasn’t sick. So up I go.
2nd day in a row my son was tardy. Granted, I wasn’t the lagger, but I also wasn’t the enforcer. Parent-winning card crumpled. 
My world is crumbling; I’m at that point where my vision is weakening and whatever I’m reading needs to be moved back so I can focus. This means cheaters. WTF. I was the only exception.
School site, hall, clinic, home. I saw a recent client who has been transferred to another therapist. This is the hula hoop: I can control what goes on in my hoop(self), but not what goes on outside it (everything else), so I think the transfer was wise…only, I’ll miss this client.
Volleyball, despite the treacherous weather. Highway 50 is closed lower than I’ve ever seen it due to avalanche control, and the rain continues. Yeah. Dangerous traveling conditions; torrential rains, high wind, flooding, idiot drivers. I’m ready to road trip. This weather is definitely my jam.
Pictures: A seasonal creek portraying the Mighty Mississippi; Get in the Zone #Autozone.
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