Apparently I never hit the publish button 🐽 and that’s fine because I had almost nothing to say. The main gist of the post was that I didn’t go on the first bote ride yesterday because I was holding out for the Best Choice run. Nothing like driving a bote to the grokkery store.

I am mortified to report that I overreacted to a trivial incident this morning and left Hoton Lake in a huff. It was a quiet huff with no yelling or anything but people knew I was p*ssed. After an hour or so of wallowing in self pity and hugging Froggy (yes really, he’s my comfort aminal) in Mooon Yooonit’s passenger seat, I became occupied by the necessary business of finding alternate routes around the typical red-red-red of southbound I75 SUV Speedway holiday weekend traffic. By the time I got home I had gotten over feeling sorry for myself and had transitioned into feeling remorseful about my own stoopid behavior.

I am not perfect and never will be and I am not proud of myself today. I am a spirited person and I have come a long way in my journey to accept criticism, etc., without panicking and reacting badly. I still have a long way to go. One thing I will say is that I would NEVER hire lawyers to meddle in family polly-ticks 🐽🐽🐽 This was waaaaaaay too trivial for *anyone* to hire a lawyer to get involved in but I feel compelled to put that out there.

So, after a trip to the Plum Market on which I *forgot* my phone, I am here at the Landfill, sitting in the backyard drinking a glass of whine and listening to Erik Satie on my phone. More on him some other day…

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