The post office lost my divorce paperwork, and I will most likely have to spend another $165 to file again.
The tax preparer I went to did not help me. Or even like me, I suspect. And I owe a lot.
One of my dogs has started to have occasional seizures.
I frequently feel like I’m under attack at my primary job by people who don’t in fact know as much about my work as I do.
I got about two hours of sleep last night.
I gave someone going through real grief a new and comforting idea.
I know – even if others don’t – that I did good work this week and got a lot done.
I got some unexpected time with someone I love.
I listened to good music.
I had a couple of good ideas I can mold into actions. I think.
I came to the realization that I should not, under any circumstances, have more than two drinks in a day because it will only make me either sad or angry or both.
I worked my body very hard, and it will be better for it.
I walked a lot.
There’s always next week.