You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit.

I think I need this for my tagline. May I, Zen?

I've been fighting off an anxiety attack all day. Walked in to work to a phone call for a P.O. that I know nothing about, and an email from my boss about another P.O. that I haven't done any work on. That started a spiral of me feeling like I am behind on anything and dropping balls and lost on how to start on half those things anyway.

And yes I get that I've made this worse by being a giant slacker.

I got through a pile of work, but did not resolve either of the P.O. issues. Ughhh

Mac had a job interview today and I want him to get this job so bad. He needs to start to understand what minimum wage work will be like.

Thankful that I'm learning more about how to be compassionate throughout my life; I'm still learning.

I'd say you get several gold stars in this category. I hope that we all continue to learn as the years go by, but I unfortunately see some that never do.

You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit.

So true.

msbelle, I am sorry you are having such a hard day. Don't let the imposter syndrome get to you. I see serious slackers all the time in my customer offices, and you aren't one. As in, you actually worry about being a slacker!

~ma~ma~ma for employment for Mac. It does start a whole new stage of life and one he needs to experience.

I'm with you, msbelle. My giant pile of work is not really any less giant for my having put in a 12-hour day yesterday, and I'm facing the same prospect today. I'm just spending some of the 12 hours procrastinating.

I am inexplicably not feeling overwhelmed anymore, even though my to-do list is as long as ever!

This just reinforces for me that brain chemistry is a liar.

From over the cubicle walls--Young men furnishing their first grown-up homes: mattresses. "I didn't know mattress technology was a thing until two weeks ago. Apparently this is the best mattress technology in the world. I'm so glad I have the best technology between my ass and the floor. Kaylee [his wife] shrugged and said 'It's all right.' I told her she has to change her definition of all right. I sat on it and [makes a noise of a heavenly choir]. You just don't lay on it. It receives you."

I was a shitty teleworker today; break to shovel ended with a 90 minute walk around the neighborhood with Sarah, because both of us were a little stir crazy with the Y closed. Leaving shortly for wine night.

So my grandmother's just gone into hospice, and I just hope she dies. Which sounds so terrible to say, but she's got Alzheimer's too, and has been declining, and I feel like a fast end is the best for everyone.

In other news, it's still not snowing.

Comfort and peace to you all, Jesse.

I'm sorry, Jesse. I've been there, as I know you have too. It seems especially unfair that you have to be there more than once.