Some Days

Some days are harder than others. The black dog only nips most days. There are bad moments or hours or sometimes afternoons.

Today was ugh all day so far. Up too early. Caused wife to get up too. Shirt not ready which is no big deal but that made the wife feel bad which is a big deal. She does so much for me and works so hard and she takes it personally when she does not meet her standards. So while she made me go back to bed for an hour, she got up, made sure the shirt was properly dried and ironed it. At 4:30 in the morning. I do not deserve her.

And when i dozed off a little, I dreamed she died and I almost burst into tears. When she came back to bed, I just held on. She is the most important person in my life and I cannot live without her.

Get to work spot on time for the gym to open but so do about a dozen other people who also want to swim in the "I suck at swimming" end of the pool where my slowpoke self swims. Several had no business in there, should have been in the lanes. So I ended early after only 600 yards.

Then I find the Chronicle linked to another blogger about last night for their front page. So no fun there.

And then I have to do something that makes me feel small and it just makes the day a little harder. Had to call someone because a check went NSF. *Sigh* I suck.

And I have no idea how I will get through the next few months, let along Christmas. It's like I just swing on the trapeze and jump hoping the next one will show up. Then I get to enjoy free fall every few days. Whee!

So. Hopefully a better afternoon.