My daughter asked me this evening how my day was, and my reply was “not awful” and asked how her day was. She said it was not too bad. We agreed that adulthood stinks when the best we got was a passable day.
Even though it was an ok day, there were some high points: Patrick made me coffee, we met some friends for a beer after work, and I FINALLY got my consultation scheduled with the new plastic surgeon. I’m pretty relieved about that last one. Yay!