Perspective

Yesterday was a high adrenaline day. You know, the kind where you're in overdrive, doing a hundred things, thinking a hundred contradictory thoughts, basically driving yourself a little closer to the edge. For me, the most reliable indication is when one drink makes me feel like I've had 4. Brakes. The stuff I was sweating was really small, not to mention out of my control anyway.

Especially compared to the other stuff going on -- for instance, my dog nearly died. Short version: found a tumor, had to operate, got infected, she lost her tail (if you know her, you know how big a deal that is; it was practically part of her personality). But, thankfully, we didn't lose her altogether. She's not out of the woods yet. Send a little thought her way if you have a moment.

"Sleeping on it" puts things back in perspective. I'm not gonna let the small stuff get to me -- at least not for this week.