Not One of Those Good-Turn-of-Events Days ... Friday, March 23

When I arrived and was told that my afternoon class had been canceled because of a trip, I instantly anticipated the look on Snickers' face when I show up unexpectantly early at home. It was a rainy morning so the plan was to stand outside throwing pebbles at his window. He'd look out, see me, smile and then come join me under my umbrella for a walk in the rain.

That was the plan.

What ended up happening was I caught a chill on my way home when my umbrella broke. I sat on the subway soaked and it only got worse from there because when I texted Snickers, simply asking him what he's up to, he texted me bad news. His grandmother on his mother's side died today. And to make matters worse, I've been totally putting off meeting her because of the stress I feel from that side of his family. So ya, definitely am kicking myself now.

Snickers ended up picking me up from the subway station and I spent the rest of the evening under the covers, sipping on my last hidden stash of NiteQuil, and going through tissue like it was nothing.

I can't say I get sick much but when I do it hits me like a ton of bricks.

All my late night training, early morning client meetings and boxercise classes, and then juggling another job I've taken on has definitely been wearing me thin and today it all caught up with me.

We didn't go out of town to attend to the funeral ceremony situation like I had anticipated. Snickers insisted we stay home so that I could rest up and so he could baby me back to health. The plan is to go tomorrow and, as if I didn't already learn a lesson today, I really don't want to go tomorrow. I know, I should go, but after attending my own mother's funeral I really don't want to have to attend another. I didn't feel pressure to do anything or be anyone I wasn't at my mother's -- perhaps I should have cried at her funeral but I didn't. But attending Snickers' grandmother's funeral, ya, definitely feeling the pressure building up for this already.