A crap-filled day
I knew today wasn’t going to be great. I found out late yesterday that I was going to have to fly across the country to work on a deal non-stop for the next few days (leaving my beloved Oscar at home with his beloved Nanny Norma) AND that my father was going to have an angioplasty. The work news also meant that I couldn’t take Oscar to the Midwest to see my parents this weekend as we had planned. I was up almost all night racing around packing, worrying and coughing up a lung. I did tell you I have pneumonia, right? Right. Well, off I went to the office and found out that we were going to spend the entire day on the phone, missing my flight, which means I now get the utter bliss of the red-eye, followed by a hard day of negotiations. The cherry on my glorious day? My dad did not have to have an angioplasty. He gets to have quadruple bypass surgery next week instead.
There are still 4 1/2 hours left to this day. I don’t want to know what’s next.
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