And THEN...

[Continued from Last Blog]

So, I'm still at the park, in the woods, actually, feeling self-righteous for saving a life, when my son called me, and we ended up getting in a COMPLETELY ridiculous argument over a baseball mitt. It's a long story, but we both were right—BY GOD!—so neither one of us would apologize, and I ended up leaving the park wah-wah-ing like a 2 year old child.

The day went from bad to worse: I had walked off some stress so I could work on the new part-time job tonight.... I'd gotten the go-ahead to purchase software, begin working...only to find that I'd left my laptop at work

I *think.*

The electronic doorlocks are not working on my car. I cannot remember if I manually locked the door. I was so upset when I left work, I have no recollection of whether I had my laptop on my shoulder or not. I'm drawing a complete blank.

HENCE: my laptop is either at work, or stolen.

I do not have security codes to get into the building. I don't know what to do now, but start some laundry, and pour some Pinot Grigio from the 1/2 bottle I have left.

My friend Momo calls me, and she asks me to come out (everyone's here!) and feel better. I tell her no thank you; I have mascara running down my cheeks, and I'm having a glass of wine and enjoying a good hard pout. I love, love, love that she called me, but I'm teary and emotional and .. gah! I'll stay here and do housework, I say.

I head back to my bottle of wine, for another glass (constructive, I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time).

Hm. You see the photo.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhh. Tomorrow will be a better day, yes?

P.S. The kid came home and we hashed out our lives. There is no conclusion to The End.