April Check In.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these.
Hello! Hi. I am happy to report that slowly, very slowly, I am starting to feel less terrible. I’m still having some seriously low days, one of which was Monday when I found out, almost simultaneously, that my mother’s house needs $10,000 American dollars in termite remediation and I got a “no thank you” email for a job I applied to at my alma mater. Not even a courtesy interview! Fuck you too, I guess.
All of this is because I dared to check my email at the gym while resting between sets. Don’t do that! Do not do that. Nothing good can happen from checking your email at the gym. New rule: the gym is a no-email location.
More on the gym in a minute. First, I’ll update you on the house and the grief wrangling.