Yeah, I just quoted Queen. I can't help it. I have been under some pressure in the last few days and it's affecting the soundtrack in my head. Now the drop-deadlines have passed and I'm under the kind of pressure where you sit around and think of everything that you might have gotten wrong. Journalism is awesome, because if you screw up, you do it in front of thousands of readers. Woo-hoo!
But this story does have an up-note, and here it is: In the middle of a day that had me questioning why I do what I do, not because I don't believe in it and like doing it most days, but because it makes me worry that I'm going to have some kind of stress-related medical event at a very young age, in the middle of this day, the receptionist in my office called and asked if I would come out to the lobby. I did, and there was a big, beautiful bouquet of roses and a bunch of balloons waiting for me with a card from Dan! He sent me flowers! All the rest of the day, people asked me if it was my anniversary or my birthday, and I got to tell them, 'No, it's just something my husband did for me."
I know you all want to gag right about now, especially since I recently wrote about how great my husband is. But seriously, my husband is great.
I'm sure that one day, I won't remember all the many reasons why I thought my head was going to explode today. But I hope I will remember my roses. That's a good memory to keep.