Not another one...

I am thisclose to shutting myself in the bathroom and crying until I can leave at 5. This is one crappy workweek.


  1. I'm sorry, I've had those days. I'll be saying a prayer for you.

    May God bless you and keep you.
    May God turn to you and be gracious to you.
    May God's presence rest with you and give you peace.

  2. (((Mrs.M.))) Oh dear... may you be bathed in light. And may this day, this week, end soon.

    Much love to you.

  3. Did it get any better? You can take tape to work and mark off your own pretent door. Would that help?

  4. Thanks, ladies. It IS getting better. (I've had Schubert's Ave Maria on repeat all morning, and that's the way it's going to stay...)

  5. Well, you're home now since you're east of my parts. Hope your evening is blessed and tomorrow is much better. And I agree with you about the violent movies and suggest a polite expression of concern. (It's always healthy and respectful to start with the author and base any conversation with the rector, if you decide it's needed, on that response).


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins