Post-partum, I guess.
Plus a dab of hormones, hopefully.
Eye strain from contacts to glasses. Sadness at such a beautiful day and so much to do and then vacation in just a week, so what's the point anyway in getting much done? Plans made and not followed through. Also having my boss tell everyone that the mugs were somone else's idea when they were mine; but what's important was that they got made, right?
He figured it out without me saying anything, which was mildly superhuman in my point of view and apologized for crediting the wrong people without my saying anything. I hadn't realized how much it mean to me until he said that. *sigh*
Anyway... just feeling down. Doesn't help hearing that the shiny new, red acrylic mugs we'd bought because some folks didn't want "something they'd break" may not hold hot liquids very well. Or they might crack. I did need something inexpensive, but I hadn't wanted it to be cheap. One good thing is that I may well be going out to the Bay Area on business in August, and I'll do my best two add a weekend to the trip so that I can visit with folks and maybe play a game or two of Dogs in the Vineyard. The Dog Days of August. Seems apropriate to me.