My Greatest Day
I think perhaps my warm chewy center is starting to destabilize. I thought I was holding it all together well enough, but perhaps not. Today, for the first time in 11 years, I completely fucked up on a major obligation, and spaced on picking up Jo's kids and my own from camp this afternoon. I don't have an excuse. I don't understand how it happened--I looked at the clock and it was two hours until pick up time. I looked up again and it was five minutes past pickup time. Thankfully Jo is a kind understanding person and no one was permanently damaged.
If it makes her feel any better, I managed to scissor-chop a big crescent of flesh out of my hand this evening. Bled for a good 20 minutes!