some days

Today was a classic “for the love of god”-eye roll-count backwards kind of day. That’s a triple-whammy, in case you can’t count. I had determined this by 9 a.m. Imagine how I dreaded the thought of the rest of the day as a result. I’m never quite certain if it’s me, the office I work in or both. [That’s not an open invitation for comments on my sanity or any other quirky personality trait you might target.]

Some days are definitely better than others.

It didn’t help that I had a headache and I’m caught up in a date anniversary: today is the second anniversary of my last chemo session. I have thought of little else ALL day.

There’s only one thing to do with a day like today: go to bed, sleep and wake up to a new day tomorrow.