On Thursday mornings first-thing we type in the very last-received entries for the dog shows that are closing that week, then we proofread every single entry we have in the office for those shows -- make sure the entries match the typed-in records. MANY ways these two jobs can get complicated and stressful, ways I won't enumerate because, again, "I don't have to do that ever again." I spoke truth.
And THAT lightened up the day. I became less emo. (I also later wrote the phrase "Emo Spoons," which I think could be a good name for a band. Or what Judy Tenuta liked her ex-husband to do when they were still married.)
Yes, I'm in an odd mood. A touch goofy, plus a little emotional, plus glad I'm not going through what the participants of Survivor go through. (Yep, I just watched.)
As I've sort of said before, what's next is...what's next.