To the absolute worst Valentine’s Day ever.

Baby Z is on day 3 of a high grade fever.

K is exactly 3,000 miles and 3 hours GMT away.

A wench from work wrote me an email the equivalent of telling me I’m not doing my job.

A young lady two digits of work experience too junior to me thought she could bully me. (I showed her)

The driver ran away leaving me once again to the whims of Uber.

I have a 10 person delegation that just isn’t happening.

I may or may not be flying in 4 days, but will definitely miss my sister by a day.

I broke down crying twice.

Atleast I’ve learned I wouldn’t survive alone as a human in this cosmos of chaos.

Looking forward to that early retirement I keep joking about.