Anniversary of Crap

Today it has been exactly one month since Gladys died. My good friend and co-worker starts treatment today. I still do not have my period.

This is a potentially lethal combination.

This morning on the drive in I remembered that it had been one month since Gladys died. Three weeks since I found out that my co-worker was sick. One week since I found out I did not get the job I really wanted.

Then I threw up a bit in my mouth.

Apparently, Wednesdays are not my best day.

So I am just going to wait out the sixteen hours until its Thursday.

Until then . . .