What’s different today?
At first I just had an emoji of a tiny woman shrugging. Then I put it into words, instead.
There’s a huge sense of security in uniformity, isn’t there. You begin to rely on your same events, numbers, what have you.
Then they change (or don’t change) and you go, uh-oh. What happened? Is everything okay?
My hand feels definitely better today than it did any day last week. I feel like I can do more. I still wouldn’t drive the tugger, yet, but the Hondas are fine to manipulate.
I have stuff to return to the UPS Store after work. Well, bras. I should’ve known when the wires felt like they were digging into me that something wasn’t right.
It’s still just really hard for me to believe that I’m as, errrr, endowed as I am, even with all the extra weight.
Okay I don’t want to talk about this anymore.