Today. Outlook calendars and room reservations and cancellations, and cancellations, and cancellations, an entire company simultaneously shitting its pants.
I am a balloon days after the party.
However, you're never given more than you can handle (no, honestly) and now life is coming down off its eight-hour high. Several deep breaths and muttered threats later, I came across this:
And while I can't shed clothing just yet, I took the message to heart. Back to work, smile in place.
Get naked and do your thing -