the way it goes

I plan on addressing your suggestions and questions - so stay tuned...but first, I need to talk about today.
It started off slowly.
I was convinced I was getting sick as several people around me have a crummy virus. My throat was scratchy, I was achy, so I stopped, on my way to work, at the drugstore. Then, well supplied with tissues and Advil, I went up to my desk. (Is that enough commas?)
Things were busy but going smoothly when a wrench was thrown into my day.
A WRENCH, I TELL YOU.
A project I was responsible for got hijacked by computer issues and my day went to hell.
The truth of it is: I typoed a couple of email addresses, AND THERE WERE COMPUTER ISSUES, my own efforts were sabotaged - and, for the first time, my boss had to point out the error I had made. It all came out right in the end but there were moments when I was unsure of myself and my abilities. Sure, sure, it was just a couple of typos, under strained circumstances, but I cannot possibly describe the influence this error made upon my day - suffice to say: though it was minor, it had an impact.
ANYWAY.
I got through the afternoon and there was no lasting damage incurred. That, my friends, is the beauty of being good at what one does for a living coupled with the good fortune of having a fair and generous boss. I do not underestimate either.
After work I went to a party.
It was a cocktail party for a couple who have been together for many many years and who were recently inspired to get married.
They are not especially young, these people, and they work in a business that has not gone unscathed in these difficult times.
These are reasons to celebrate.
I saw, at this party, people I had not seen in many years- all of whom have aged better than I.
The people I cared about remembered me, the bride and groom exuded happiness.
It was a lovely, softly lit gathering with breathtaking views.
And, when it was over, I walked to the station, where a train was waiting for me.
As we lurched along the track the conductor shouted: AND WE'RE OFF!
And then he punched each and every ticket to the rhythm of shave and a haircut, two bits and all seemed right with the world.