TGIF
It’s not my style to pretend that things are great when they’re not. I’m very black and white about my life and there’s hardly any grey. That’s why when someone asked me at 9am today how I was doing, I said “crappy”. Had that person asked me 9 hours earlier when I was just getting to work, I would have said, “great”, but given 9 hours and no dinner and no 15 minutes to clear my head, I’m worn out, tired, spent, crabby and crappy by 9am. Today my tooth continued to throb from Wednesday’s dental visit and my chronic infection was raging. But we survived.
All things are relative. Since the oil company lady woke me from my sleep yesterday, I headed in with fewer than 4 hours of rest today. And while I make the absolute best of the day, there comes a point where “crappy” describes my mood. 9am is that point. Maybe it’s a blood sugar thing, who knows? Maybe it’s age.
Now home, I am re-energized by the furfaces and by being home in general and except for seeing some poor dead deer in the back of a Chevy PU truck at the Drewsville General Store, all is well. Is that a double cheese pizza I smell in the oven? Well, yes it is. Time to grab a flashlight, pull up the covers over my head and try not to get any sauce on the sheets.
