I think today qualifies as a big giant poop stain on my week. My car is STILL in the shop despite being told at 11am that it would be ready in an hour. My computer is hanging out in the back of a store, waiting impatiently to be fixed because it somehow fell off my bed in the middle of the night. While it turns on and works just fine, the casing is precariously clinging to only three of the four corners of the screen. My family have all left the area, leaving me by myself, singularly alone. Work was, to put it simply, four hours entirely devoid of reason and sanity. I spent the hour immediately following the end of my work day eating my feelings and, quite frankly, I don't feel guilty about it.
Since I was using a borrowed car and my brother was originally going to take my car camping, he is now taking my borrowed car and I'm left without transport. Thankfully, my family has stepped up, as they always do, and made sure I knew they had my back. Hopefully, my car will be fixed and ready to go tomorrow morning, my computer will be an easy and cheap fix and will find her way back into my life by the weekend, and my family enjoys their respective vacations (none of which I am a part of).
A day like this sends me directly over the edge, clinging to whatever semblance of normality I can get my hands on. But I have to remind myself, it's not really that bad. I've had conversations with several friends recently who are dealing with much bigger issues. While the combined trifecta of no car, no computer, no family may feel like too much to handle, Car RamRod will eventually get fixed. My Dear Prudence computer will eventually be repaired. And my family will eventually come back home. Work will probably always be a little crazy, but some of my coworkers feel my pain and rise above and beyond what they should ever be asked to do. I will eventually find my sanity.
It will, eventually, be ok. In the meantime, there's wine and beer and the anticipation of the new season of "Dexter."
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