Getting out of the house in the morning to go to work, get the children to daycamp, etc. is a bloody mess--literally, I cut my finger as I made lunches today in a hurry, despite having a reminder to prepare them last night. I also had a note on my calendar to gas up the jeep before this morning, but that didn’t happen either. By the time I dragged myself through the door of my office building, I felt as if I had been wrung through; however, when asked how I’m doing, I always reply “pretty good,” which really has no basis in reality.
It’s crazy eights day! 08-08-08. Enjoy!
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