* Yesterday started with the discovery that food had been thrown out.
* Yesterday ended with questioning about something I stuffed up.
* Today started with a cold and a need for rest.
* Yet, I can't go home, for fear that something else will break and illustrate that I've been getting behind.
There are two things I am trying to get on top of: that which almost cost me my family, and my poorly managed workload. I am finally in control of the former, and, with Sarah's help, was starting to get control of the latter. But now it feels as though it is falling apart; it's hard to keep focusing on current achievements, when old issues come back to haunt you.