I got to actually deliver training today for the first time in... months.   I've been writing it, researching it, thinking about it and planning it for weeks and weeks and weeks.  Now, I get to throw it against a wall and see if it sticks.

The good news is, it's internal - we're training two customer support reps, and I know them already, and they seem to not hate me.  So, we're good, right?

Anyway.  My arm continues to heal.  It's not pretty, but then, what is? 

Ugly, right?

I haven't been sleeping well - in part because I've had tons of weird ass dreams.   I also can't seem to get comfortable, so there's that. 

I don't know.  I think I'm in a transition period of some kind.

I do know that I'm crazy boring. 

And that I love peanut butter. 

And I want a really good night's sleep.

And I wish my arm felt better.

And maybe I think I should be less cranky.



Don't worry, the scrapes and bruises will fade, but the embarrassment lasts forever. Hallmark can use that, if they want.