I get so irritated when I’m in the kitchen in the morning, making coffee and minding my own business, and someone comes in and says, “That’s an awful lot of coffee you’ve got there.” I have a mug that holds three cups of coffee, and I know that because I ONCE made that many cups. Nowadays, I always stick to two cups, but the mug is big. This happened this morning. I said to the person, “it’s just two cups.” And he said back, “It’s not good for you.” Shut up! I stared at him as he made himself a cup of coffee before going back to my desk. Damn hypocrite.
Work has been brutal lately. We’re mired in a terrible slump, having won only one game since July 13. It’s bad timing from a sales standpoint, but being a fan of the team, too, it’s just killing me. On Saturday I helped out at a baseball clinic at the stadium for women and kids, and it was unbearably hot. The group around the water coolers was bigger than any group I was instructing! By the time I got home, I had a horrible headache. I don’t know how I was able to play three softball games in that heat back when I was a kid.
Next week Mike and I are going to Hawaii for Catherine’s wedding! I have finally let myself get excited about it. I didn’t want to think about it for the longest time because whenever I look forward to something, time slows to a standstill. I just can’t believe that it’s already the end of July! Where has summer gone? I don’t even have a tan.