I was not wrong about rush hour on a Friday. There were so many wrecks between me and my way home that I had to find an alternate route. I kind of decided to say, “screw it,” and made my way north a bit to visit a friend that I haven’t seen in at least a year.
We used to live and work together, and there was a time when I had her two oldest, (then toddlers), kids with me 12 hours a day, 4 days a week. She has two more little ones, and the oldest of the four is now a 7th grader. I got a chance to see all of them and get hugs from everyone, and I really needed that. It was nice to just sit with her and the kids and her mom and visit for a bit. I missed that.
It was an unexpected turning point in a day in which I was otherwise fried, but in which I was able to reconnect and bond with an old and beloved friend.
I still may cry myself to sleep from pure exhaustion, but it was not a terrible day.
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