Counting down the days

The day pulled me kicking and screaming out of bed on the heels of an emotionally draining episode of Grey's Anatomy. That's what I get for waking up at five and watching the boob tube instead of getting up and doing stretching exercises or movement videos or whatever else I could\should have been doing.

My morning at work began on a difficult note; I have a friend there who senses when I am upset and my words just come tumbling out with my tears. She should look into being a therapist.

A long meeting, followed by a greasy lunch left me feeling queasy - ugh. Then home and comfy clothes and a small dinner and a really long game of Clue with the girls.

"It's all good". Walking and breathing, walking and breathing. I shouldn't be afraid of a day, shouldn't stress over it before it gets here, shouldn't be counting down. Like any other day it will arrive and then disappear in the blink of an eye. It's just a day.

Breakfast: Decaf, sausage muffin

Lunch:  grilled cheese, onion rings

Dinner:  potato, butter, sour cream