If I make it through this day, it’ll be a damn miracle (Can a miracle be damned? Probably not. Oh, never mind). Woke up with stomach issues, which have continued throughout the morning while I was teaching. Spilled coffee all over myself. Have to teach three 3-hour classes today. It’s the one month anniversary of my dad’s death. Mom just picked up his ashes. This morning was also the memorial celebration of a dear, sweet, talented boy I know , but I missed so many days of work due to my dad’s death that I couldn’t really afford to take off more time to go to Florida for it. It kills me that I can’t be there to support his loved ones right now.
Seriously, not sure how I’m going to make it through today. Looking forward to 11pm tonight when my last class is out the studio door and I can rest.