*That day.

I've recently found that if I have to be up for anything earlier than noon, I don't sleep well. I'm so nervous about missing my alarm, that I never really get into that deep sleep that lets my body rest and recuperate. Today was one of those days, the next four are just the same.
   I stayed up too late, woke up too early, pulled my hair into a pony because I only wash my hair every other day so it will grow and today was a gross day 2, drove to work in farmington for two hours of work, pulled into the parking lot just as the gas light turned on leading me to realize my wallet was on the counter. at home. wrote a check for $22.06 so I could get cash back for gas. drove home. grabbed my wallet and headed to the dr. I love myself a yearly girl dr visit. not. waited for a full half hour in the waiting room. finally my turn. the nurse who took my weight and bp can't write in my chart without talking out loud. she still writes 2010. I put on the lovely gown and wait ten more minutes. Dr comes in, tells me he's been paged to the hospital and he'll be back in 4o minutes. I can wait if I want. I decide to leave. with my antibiotic. I refused to make another appointment. I cried as soon I got into the car. text Colby. he calls in a panic. I try to explain how much I hate going to the dr. he promises I don't have to go back to that one. I cry all the way to roy. fill my rx. go help abby at cub scouts. drive home with the radio up and a mix I made for colb 2 years ago in the cd player. I smiled big. rethink my day. 
   pulled in the driveway. glanced in the mirror. was reminded of my favorite valentines day present.
 laughed out loud. Of course my day was crumb. most of it. I haven't taken the opportunity to be grateful for yesterday.
Silly Libby.