It’s 90°F and the Friday afternoon before a holiday weekend.My wife is headed out if town and I will have my eight year old son in my own this weekend. It’s going to be hot tomorrow too.
Of course, the AC would go on the fritz today. Murphy’s Law.
It would be easy to let it get to me and to loose my shit about it. In the past I would have bitched up a storm, maybe thrown my phone across the room, and definitely drank over it — because that was how I dealt with everything, whether it was good or bad.
But not today. Continue reading