Let’s say you’re a person with a full-time job that demands physical labor. A house painter, for example. You’re on the job site before the sun fully rises, you work a full day scraping and cleaning and then finally painting, your body aching and straining for eight to ten hours. In short, you’re freaking tired.

That visual demonstrates what happened today: full-out emotional exhaustion. I referenced ‘until tomorrow’ in yesterday’s post, and what a day it was. Every emotion from shock to revulsion to elation to heartfelt empathy manifested in just a short work day, and I get the distinct privilege of working in a bombed-out shell of an office tomorrow. Interestingly enough, I managed to stay positive.

I use the phrase ’stay positive’ despite a two-graf news blurb I picked up today. I’m sorry to post such negative, horrible things, but for some reason this brief jumped off the page and grabbed me. That really colors a day for you, even though I don’t want to discuss the matter here. Draw your own conclusion, whether they be revulsion at the scene, horror at its sheer unspeakability, outrage at the episode’s religious overtones or so on. I’m not quite sure what to say.

Upon later reflection, the emotional highs and lows of the day - including my trepidations for the future and my heartfelt, nervous excitement for the future, seems somewhat muted in light of the above.

Cuisine of the day: Mexican. Too much food for you to finish in one sitting, so you turn to pitchers of Margaritas. Funny how tequila brings out the inner chatty, heart-on-your-sleeve persona in all of us.