Everything That Rises Must Converge

Flannery O'Connor got it right with the title of her book, because DANG if the poop doesn't start hitting the fan the second you get a cool breeze!

I had such an awesometastic weekend that I honestly didn't expect it to last forever. That's the yin and yang of the universe -- all things in equal measure. So I figured that I'd get a crummy headache or lose a tooth or something. It's the penance for having a good time. I know that and I fully expect it -- and not in a pessimistic way! But in a realistic way. As Ryan once said and is endlessly teased by his friend John about "that's how it goes sometimes."

So I knew it was coming, but still you're never really as prepared as you think. I had a super extra long day, starting with a first-thing in the morning, 2-hour intensive training on a super detailed software that left my mind boggling. Then as I tried to slog through the rest of my daily workload (estimated weight: 16 tons) I got the call from the mechanic with the estimate to repair Ryan's car. It was making a tick-tick-tick noise and we were kind of hoping that it would be something like a leaf in a belt (it could happen!), but no. It needs a total engine rebuild which costs more than the car is worth. Yay!

AND! I also had to fork out a bunch of money to our HOA because my brother was horsing around at the pool and accidentally broke a piece of the kid's play area equipment. I'm being repaid for this by Dear Brother, but still. I hate writing big checks!

In summation: Universe, I get it. I think we're square. Can I just have an uneventful few days, please? Your pal, Gigi