Boy did I get into a funk yesterday afternoon. I was in a pretty good mood during the day, all things considered, but when I got home I just felt plain ugly. Perhaps some of the issues regarding my Dad came to roost.
I’ve received news at last that he can get into an Assisted living complex in the area, in fact we can move him any time. I spent a chunk of my time yesterday trying to come up with some plan and schedule as to how we can do that in as short a period as possible. I had a couple meetings later in the afternoon and felt somewhat harried at that point, in fact I had to leave my last meeting a bit early to get out of the building in time to go to the airport. I had to pick up my bag that had gone AWOL after my trip. Unfortunately it was not early enough as I saw the airline counter people leaving as I was just driving up and there was nobody left there that could give me my bag. Strike one.
Next stop was to the shop where work was to be done to my truck last week. They still had my keys. They also explained why they didn’t do the work requested, another mis-communication. Strike two.
Then to home finally, where my wife went through the litany of things she’d done, mostly for me. It just overwhelmed me for some reason and I got all uptight. No verbal exchanges took place, instead I had a glass of wine (or two) chilled and had some smoked salmon for dinner. All’s good, home run.
Still not sure what the cause of the stress/funk was but I felt better this morning. Still have a whack of things to do for Dad, to accomplish his move in a relatively stress free manner, but we are making headway. Just have to remain calm and collected.