If today was the first day of the rest of my life, I’d…
I’d go back to bed. Both Loca and I were sick for the latter part of the weekend – she went down first on Saturday night with horrible diarrhea, then I got up Sunday morning and thought that two glasses of wine was too much for a hangover, and by the time I was crying my eyes out over an article in the Sunday NYT about a man who wrote about his baby who died in utero, I knew I was on a path to nowhere.
This morning was already on the verge with mom having to get to the airport so she could go take care of my ill sister, but when my insurance company called me to tell me the woman I had the fender bender with two months ago was seeking medical help (WHAT????), and separately a call that the truck is going to be $1000 to have the brakes fixed as well as a few other things, then I read a round up of industry experts saying how bad the economy truly is, I just had to hang my head and say, blech.