When I say ‘easy’ it’s not what you think it means

I called this an “easy” week yet I left after 8 p.m. three nights in a row.

It’s just been “not psychotic.” Big difference.

However, psychotic is about to kick in.

I’m still really run-down from the move and I think I’m getting sick. Which, perfect timing, eh?

There’s a festival being set up outside my office. Not that I have any plans to be able to escape to it. In fact all I want is some matzoh ball chicken noodle soup to settle my nerves.

Here’s to getting good help, soon! And maybe “easy” will become a more-permanent state of mind. Even if it means working past 8 p.m. every night, it will be because I WANT to stay.

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