And finally…breathing room.
That HUGE FREAKIN’ CRISIS has been resolved, all of the data entry and bank reconciliations and reports got done for this morning’s meeting, payroll got done for tomorrow morning (which is why I was suddenly posting something quick on five minute’s notice yesterday), the funeral is over, the family has all gone back home, I’ve got my bathroom back, I had my normal weekly gym session tonight (and I’m sore as hell as usual, which again, is “normal,” THANKS SEAN!), I even got all of my tax backup documents over to our CPA only to find out that because of the fires and the FEMA state of emergency we actually don’t have to file until October, and all of a sudden…
There aren’t any “helmet fires” going on at the moment. (“Helmet fire” is a term used by Mace Curran in describing being a fighter pilot and later a pilot in the Air Force Thunderbirds, where there’ too much life and death, split second decision stuff coming at you all at once.)
No one has noticed one of the funniest things that I’ve ever posted on social media, and while dealing with the helmet fires enough non-critical tasks got shoved on to the back burners to keep me going for a month of Sundays, and some of those could become new helmet fires if not dealt with quickly, but HEY!
This lack of a constant adrenaline flow that resembled Niagra Falls is something I could get used to, I think.
I hope I’m not jinxing anything…
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 