. Fog. Crickets. Cigarette smoke from a passing car.
. The closer I get to work, the angrier I get.
. It’s unacceptable.
. Vaccinations and orders to start an elimination diet. I’m not surprised. But two months is a torturous amount of time.
. I just shake my head at everything that is going on.
. I don’t want to go. She says “life’s too short”. I agree, but decide to go anyway. The weekend won’t officially start till I get this over with.
. Sunshine and an open-window kinda temperature.
. It’s better than expected. My anxiety was for naught. Someone brings me a whiskey to try. I cannot remember the name.
. Upset stomach.