This was the second of my two crazy workdays. I’m pleased to be alive after my 11-hour day ended with a 50-minute drive home. I was going nuts sitting in the car, screaming at people to move faster. Hunger puts me a little on edge.
Fortunately, I had enough time between Starbucks and ZVC to throw some frozen stuffed shells into a pan with sauce and leave a note for George. By the time I came home, there were 8 minutes left on the timer. It was great!
Pretty sure I’m going to bed at 9 tonight, and I’m proud of that. Laters.
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