Bootless cries

Whew. It was one of those days, y'all. Every step I took felt misplaced; every word I uttered felt mistaken. It started this morning at work, when the last of four days of rancorous, unproductive meetings confirmed my every fear regarding the political morass that has engulfed public education in this state. It continued through a few hours of fund-raising for the nonprofit I sit on the board of directors for. It's not the most popular cause in the world, I fear. We're not helping babies or homeless kittens or sweet old people or retired racehorses. How much fun is fund-raising for a controversial cause in this financial climate? Oh . . . about as much fun as an icepick through the kneecap.

So by tonight, I was on shaky ground. All it took was some intense conversation on a difficult subject, a couple of stiff drinks, and a few kind words from a sweet friend to start the waterworks. Ugh. I said my goodbyes to the group and headed home. On the way I remembered to stop at Ruby's and pick up some ribs for Jeff, so I did make one person happy today. Hooray.

Blargh.

All right. Tomorrow. All better. Deal?