Please, do not judge me.
I hadn’t slept much. I sat in an oatmeal bath at 5:00 AM.
“Pitiful” was my middle name.
I ate plain, nonfat yogurt at 6 AM. With fresh fruit that I cut up myself. I did not eat the free waffles and whipped cream in the breakfast room.
I made an effort to look less like a bag lady today, by blow-drying my hair and even curling it.  I put make up on.
And I didn’t get cranky when Glen had to work until 9:30 this morning because the stock market has been insane.
I helped pack the car. Despite the helicopter in the field next to the hotel’s parking lot, and the rain. And the wind. My hair no longer looked nice due to the damn helicopter, which sat in the field whirling and did not take off the entire time we were loading up our stuff.
My legs itched.

So, before we got on the interstate for another fun-filled rainy day, I asked Glen to stop at McDonald’s for this:

Kinda makes life worth living, doesn’t it?

To be continued…