early monday
I woke up feeling kind of sad. I think I had a dream where I was having to decide a lot of things and it made me flustered. I kept tossing and turning, and I’m sure I was waking up E, so I decided to just get up.
I’m stressed about work this morning - for the particular reason that peachtree is completely broken right now, and I have to figure out how to fix it - the answer may be to go back to thursday’s 11am backup, and then try and retrace our steps from everything since then. I can feel the stresspain in my side when I think about it - I know I can’t get it fixed before Annette gets in, and I know it will be a lot of work for her. And plus, my dad will be in for a little while before he goes to court about the unemployment for Roberta - which I really hope he doesn’t invite me alone - and I don’t have time to stress about him wanting to not talk to me, however much I’d like to.
So I’m gonna not think about all of this for the next few hours, and read my blogs, and maybe I’ll paint. That’s always theraputic in the mornings, when its so dark that I can’t even see the sun yet - I love watching the hints of light appearing in the sky from my desk.
