What day is it?

"What day is it? Could you please tell me? What day is it? I'm confused you see..." (from Brak on Space Ghost Coast to Coast.) It's been a really crappy week. I'm struggling to keep my head above water, and someone poked a hole in my flotation device. If it weren't for the fact the calendar says the day's change, I'd never know it by looking.

Work was abysmal on Monday. We were totally slammed with new evaluations. (There were over 20 before 7 AM.) Evidently everyone trying to get in their last hurrah before the end of summer hurt themselves. Then word came down the network that one of the Doc's from the hospital had been killed in a motorcycle accident the previous Sunday. Rumor has it that he crossed over the center line and was hit head on. Killing him instantly. The whole hospital was in a daze with shock. He was one of the kindest docs in the system. He treated everyone like human beings with respect and dignity.

Tuesday zipped by in a blur. We had a wedding shower/pot luck for one of the girls in the office. Then today I traveled to 5 of our satellite office to take pictures that "the powers that be" wanted for a retreat they are sending us all too. I'm happy to help by taking the photos. It gives me the opportunity to develop my "Portfolio." But, it just happens to fall in the busiest 2 weeks on my schedule for the whole year. I spent more time driving today than I spent at my desk today. And to make it all the more fun, my battery charger for my camera completely died today. So it's either spending a fortune on the special batteries or getting a new charger for $40.

I'm 4 miles short on exercising this week. I've only done 4 so far and have to get 12 in by the end of the week. And since I have to travel from Freeland, to Midland, to Houghton Lake, and back again on Friday, that means that I have to do 8 miles tomorrow alone. I've done crappy on my diet as well. (Cue sad music here.) I was depressed with the recent passing of a childhood friend, a foster brother, and now co -worker that I backslid and ate my comfort food twice this week. French fries with lots of salt. Oh well, back on the diet saddle tomorrow. It's gonna be salads, salads, and more salads for the next couple days.

The bright spot that I'm focusing on is that the weekend is quickly approaching. I'll be babysitting my nieces again, but that always is so much fun. Their unconditional love makes the world go round. I'm planning on taking them to the park and out to lunch at McDonald's. (And I didn't forget Leah... I've got 2 green suckers waiting for you.) The weekend while busy will have nothing more serious than the Count stealing Cookie Monsters cookies on Sesame Street. Then next week I go on vacation. Whoooo Hooo Hoooo! 6 more days!

Sorry about the whining blog tonight. As I sit here typing, a fire truck and ambulance pulled up in my apartment parking lot and I got distracted. Never a dull moment around here.... I'll talk at ya'll later.