Today was a bad day all around. I call for a do-over. Let’s make tomorrow a better one, yes?
If you’re the praying sort, say a word for my darling Weez, will you? Her job seems intent on throwing every challenge at her, all in the first week and a half. I suppose the Universe is testing both of us, to make sure we appreciate how good our lives are. (Just nod and say “Oh, yes, that must be it,” it will make me feel better.)