Rough, hectic day. One of those where you're on fire from 8 am to 7 pm. No lunch, relentless and constant urgency. A day where you honest to goodness forget that it really isn't life or death. I might as well have been a brain surgeon or an ER doctor.
When I finally got home, I spent some time staring into the glass bottle full of wisdom from our friends and family, collected at our wedding, wishing I could read through the tightly coiled scrolls. Finally convinced Casey to fish one out and read it.
It made us both laugh. Good call.
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