Good day/ Bad day.
It's clockwork, folks. I can only hope that that doesn't mean tomorrow will be a bad day.
Got a phone call tonight after 9pm from Mom. Hysterical. Hyperventilaing. Her plane missed the connection in Cleveland and she's stuck there for the night.
Immediately my spidey-sense care-for-others thing kicks in, and I cry with her on the phone but I also realize that it's more about her than about me.
Still, that news coupled with the fact that my dryer decided to break down today in the middle of drying the sheets I bought for her bed...
I don't mean to be melodramatic, but still. Two pieces of frustrating and bad news in three hours?