I can do this. I can survive another couple of weeks. It's just getting hard. Forgot my phone at home this morning, because there's simply not enough room to create a routine. And I'm a creature of routine, so not being able to get into one is making me pretty crazy.
156.4 this morning - guess that's a routine. Yesterday went like this:
- tea with cream
- lemon jello water
- the usual supplements
- scrambled eggs
- turkey sausage
- white wine (a glass and a half)
- pork chop
- salad with blue cheese
- green beans
- Omaha Steaks twice baked potato with butter
- 4 chocolate almonds
- cheesecake with berry sauce (I ate the crust)
Sleep was okay. We got to bed later than usual, but I woke up at quarter to 4 anyway. My brain started working on getting the closing funds in the right place at the right time, and that was it. Lee'd made a couple of inaccurate statements about the time needed to do a wire transfer last night, and being me, I had to solve it. Instead, not a problem, as I confirmed this morning. Grr.
Stomach's a bit unhappy this morning. Probably the cheesecake crust from last night; I don't see anything else particularly offensive. And I'm really tired.
The fact remains: I don't have a choice about how life is going just now. And I need to give a hike to the big-girl panties and get on with it. At least we finally got the car title last night, so that's one thing off my list of stuff to stress about. And we don't need 3-days' notice for a wire transfer, so as long as we get the final figures before we sit down to sign stuff, and we remember to move the money out of the Money Market into checking a couple of days before closing, I think we're fine.
This is normal. This is what normal is right now. It's all I've got. So stressing about it is counter-productive.