...sixty-eight to go.
Today was fucked up. Everyone was gone from work. People I needed for information, or for authorization. But I dealt with it, because that's what I'm paid to do. Fix what I can fix, and document what I cannot fix. Plan and research and do my best to prepare for when I can do something that matters.
It was, mainly, a day of glaring for me. Externally, at my phone, and internally, at my heart.
I got so mad, for a while. There was no excuse for my anger, but neither was there any excuse for the source of my anger. So I guess it was balanced or some such crap.
Then my phone rang, and I wanted to live again.
So that was cool.
It's not right, and it's not wrong. It just is.