I had an atomic meltdown last night.  It started with ice cream, and ended in tears.  As these things will.

I cried it out, slept like a rock dropped in mud, and woke up early enough to score decent boarding for tomorrow's flight.

Today is laundry.  And housework.

And deep cleansing breaths.

I also need to pack a bag for Seattle, and figure out something to wear.  Which means I should probably check the weather.

Happy Labor Day.