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Commuting Hurts
Mar. 8th, 2007 06:53 pm90 minutes from my desk at work to my table here at Marie Callendar's (restaurant).
Rain
Accidents
Rush hour
Fortunately I was able to call The Daughter and find out that she was enjoying sub sandwiches upstairs, and I could stop and decompress before getting home without guilt.
Several pages of journal writing, one Diet Coke with vodka, half a beef dip sandwich, a couple of onion rings, and a slice of pie later, I feel ready to go home and cook what was supposed to be tonight's dinner so I can have the leftovers for breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
No sorting tonight. I need a long, hot shower and a slightly early bedtime to get through tomorrow with any kind of brainpower at all.
Don't get me wrong: I'm neither unhappy nor upset. Just worn out by a long and demanding couple of weeks.
Rain
Accidents
Rush hour
Fortunately I was able to call The Daughter and find out that she was enjoying sub sandwiches upstairs, and I could stop and decompress before getting home without guilt.
Several pages of journal writing, one Diet Coke with vodka, half a beef dip sandwich, a couple of onion rings, and a slice of pie later, I feel ready to go home and cook what was supposed to be tonight's dinner so I can have the leftovers for breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
No sorting tonight. I need a long, hot shower and a slightly early bedtime to get through tomorrow with any kind of brainpower at all.
Don't get me wrong: I'm neither unhappy nor upset. Just worn out by a long and demanding couple of weeks.
