Holy. Yesterday there was a big, good-news, kerfuffle with my husband’s job and since I’m his admin assistant (!) I had a nice 18 hr shift getting his shit sorted. Imagine he builds custom cabinets (not really). Up to now we’ve been handling his career ourselves. And now he’s getting an agent to handle his contracts (and it’s no longer going to be me). Getting ready for the sudden transition meant a lost day yesterday. The upside is that it means less work for me (and not a moment too soon) but it also means he’ll be handling more of his career on his own or with other people’s help instead of mine. which again, is win-win for both of us. but tired? did i mention tired? I’m eating a rice krispie square with sea salt right now (9:50 pm), contemplating a bath or a coma. they both seem appealing.
the great part? with his sudden good news yesterday, both of us running around getting shit done, no one mentioned alcohol. booze wasn’t the vehicle of choice to celebrate. (and is it really a vehicle of celebration? or is it a one way trip down the elevator – holy can i mix more metaphors in one sentence?).
no booze. no thoughts of booze. just a very busy life with shit going ON. good shit. sober shit.
I expect to be more caught up and ‘normal’ in the next 48 hrs (famous last words. can i write nothing without parentheticals?)