Yesterday was on the busier end of the spectrum for me.

I had my first reading at 9 am, then just ongoing stuff till I got home after 10 pm.  I had four timed appointments, and errands to run in between each thing.  This is the kind of day the planner was made for.

I got to therapy on time at noon, wrapped that up at 1, went across town to Count Basie to pick up tickets for a show.  Then I stopped at the Asian market on 35 on the way back, for some veggies and lunch.  There was nothing really there to ready to eat, though, so no fun Asian lunch.  Sad, because the place that used to be in the same store had a great bakery and hot food counter.  I could go in there and eat a good meal for like three bucks.

I had to pick up Luiz and get him to our accountant's office by 2:00, so I skated in the door at 1:45, which is when he informed me that we needed to go find an ATM...but we got there.  Then I went to my nail appointment at 2:30, which was nice, and necessary.  I figured fuck it, I got the full treatment, nails, pedi, brows.  Got out of there close to 5.  We hit Wawa again because Luiz was hungry, and I picked up dinner for Irv too.

Then I had another tarot appointment capping off the day.  It rained later in the day yesterday, so the dudes didn't have work, which meant Irv came to the shop with me.  We got there at 5:30 appointment but long story short, she wound up showing up at 7.  I expect this.  I am flaky, and I have flaky clients with busy and anxious lives.  We're friendly, so we chatted for awhile, and her reading wrapped up at 9:30.  Irv hung around town, reading his Kindle on park benches.  I thought for sure he would mosey on over to the Pig Out for a beer, but he was feeling low key, I guess.  Anyway, closed up shop, and was home by 10:30.

The only thing I really needed to do yesterday that I didn't get to was go grocery shopping.  We're getting perilously low on the staples, and I was annoyed that I couldn't squeeze it in post nails, pre tarot.

All that, just to make today easy and bullshit free.  Which is a fantasy, of course.  There's not one day in my life that doesn't come with bullshit.  This morning, I already fielded three work related emails, Luiz started his usual shit, trying to egg me into a fight, and I'm sitting here very anxiously awaiting a phone call.  Irv handed me a heap of checks to take to the bank.   I should honestly be cleaning, but to really clean, I need to powersmoke a bowl, crank loud music, and just get down to it.  That's not a mindset to field a potentially very important phone call.  The bathroom is gross, and it can keep being gross until I get the time to clean it, or someone else deigns to do such a lowly and filthy job.  Also, it's 92 degrees in the house right now.  Fuck. That.

During all that running around yesterday, Emily called from DSW, our contractors, and wanted to talk in depth about our work scope.  Which is good, because the one she showed me was pure crap, completely inaccurate.  She hit me as I was running around, and I asked her to call back today when she had a chance, so we could go over it in depth.  I'm waiting on that call now.  I hope hope hope it's better than the one she showed me... I hope hope she calls me...Every time they say "we'll call" and they don't, I play harder and harder hard ball.  If she doesn't call within the next 4 hours, my plan B is calling a law group that I've been in contact with.

Today I also need to go into the shop and get my shit together for tomorrow night.  I needed a day of peace today, to mentally and physically prepare for it.  It's not the party that's causing mild  anxiety, it's the drive to Bronxville which, in traffic could be a 5 hour ride.  Long drives to unfamiliar neighborhoods in other states for events causes me mild panic. I have to run in today, to get my tarot on the road kit, which is decks, stones, my business cards and info sheets, my sign up sheets, decor.  I'm so not ready.  Not only is my bag not packed, said bag still has beach stuff in it.

I hoped to have a day to recuperate, Thursday, but already on the schedule is getting my license renewed, grocery-fucking-shopping, Luiz wants to make a date out of it.   Then we have to hit Costco.  Then I have a full work day Friday, and Saturday, and a party to go to Saturday night.  Maybe I'll relax Sunday.

I always say "my schedule is flexible" but, that's because I plan in such a way that allows it to be.  It doesn't mean I'm not doing anything.