Anyway, by about 1 pm, the day just fell apart. Not important to get into the details, but there was a definite spiral and it went down, down and down. Yes, there was traffic involved. Lots of it. Drama involved. Yup. Lots of it. By the end of the day, I was hopelessly behind and extremely unhappy about the events that were unraveling around me. (Do you remember those planetary systems we had in grade school? Well, I was kind of like the moon revolving around earth trying to get a grasp of the sun…kinda sorta.)
At 8:30 PM, I’m in a slow recovery. Or at least the downward spiral has stopped. I know, with the certainty of having woken up with a smile for the past 50 years, that I’ll wake up with my optimistic spirit restored. But cripes…for tonight…I really hope I can be asleep by the count of 20. Vent over.