fortunately Saturday

It was sort of a crummy week.
Is Mercury in retrograde?
My boss asked me that yesterday after a day that can really only be described as A SHIT STORM.
Everything was an emergency. Everything was urgent - needed to be dealt with that MINUTE.
The icing on my cake was an email, from someone I have very little to do with, that was insulting to me - and slightly disrespectful. (Yes, yes...I know, Badger and Jen and - I don't know - countless other people would be delighted to come to my office and kick some ass. Thank you.)

There was distressing news at home, I've had little or no time to deal with anything in my house and on my Friday half-day, in the pouring rain, I rushed to my doctor (a check-up which took months to schedule and hours to sit through) and then hurried back home to bring Youngest to his doctor as he is in the midst of his fourth significant asthma attack in six months. This last bit is not good and we will now have to re-evaluate our plan of action and his care. Again. (I am asking you, kindly, to refrain from emailing me regarding this as while I truly appreciate your concerns I am long past being comforted by hearing about what worked for someone you know. Did that come out with a tinge of meanness? Please don't take it that way - I am weary.)

Our weekend has been planned, literally, on Middle's laptop - hour by hour, with a flowchart and call times. Mine starts at six this morning and ends at midnight tomorrow during which time I will have, hopefully, gotten Youngest stabilized, done the laundry and the food shop, gone to a brunch that I really do not have the hours to give to, and ends sitting in my car listening to a band perform at an outdoor venue while Middle is at the concert.
The trick is getting smoothly from here to there - with an Ikea run in the middle (10:00 today).

I did have a wonderful bright spot this week.
Another assistant asked if I'd like to have lunch. M joins the group I eat with from time to time but I hadn't seen her for about a week. She swung by my desk and we LEFT THE BUILDING. Before I knew it, we had settled into a table at a Cuban restaurant. The food was terrific - but the SANGRIA (just one glass) in the middle of an awful day? BRILLIANT.
So, yeah, I'm advocating a COCKTAIL at noon.
We both decided that Thursday is the new Friday.

I have a "notes from the commute" sitting in drafts and some pictures and thoughts on a recent Anthro email all nearly ready to post...but first: the laundry.