The fish sticks and shrimp have been delivered to my friend’s apartment and Mom’s card is in the mail. It’s hard to believe that Mother’s Day is only a week and a half away. But everything I needed to do is now done with a little help from a friend and yet, “I feel mentally fried this evening!”
The sound of the thunder outside and the sensation of the air that comes with a storm is somewhat calming to me though. So that’s a win. The doctor’s appointment I’ve been putting off for a few months now is also scheduled so that’s a win, too.
Lunch at the Hampton diner with my friend was good. They treat me like royalty there, which is always appreciated. So… Again… “Win!”
But yet… I feel kind of fried. So… I guess I’ll just have to take a bit of time to drop to Center and see if I can get to the bottom of what’s going on there. If I can’t, at least I’ll have made some effort to deal with feelings before I intentionally make an assertive effort to emotionally power shift into a more suitable gear for finishing this day out on a high note without wrecking the clutch or transmission.