when yang meets yin
They say that all good things come to an end. They don’t tell you about the secret extra part of that saying that says “after good things come to an end, expect a bunch of crappy things to start happening”.
After living a month-long fantasy life of rubbing elbows with celebrities in LA and jet setting in France, London, and New York, I came back home to discover it’s not a bright idea to leave your trash alone for that long. Gnats or fruit flies or some kind of annoying tiny winged things had taken root in the kitchen.
Then I went to start my car. Dead. Apparently my car battery doesn’t like to be ignored for a month.
Next, I woke up wheezing and started coughing so hard I was giving myself a headache. Went to the doctor and found out I got viral bronchitis. That means I’ll be coughing for weeks. Perhaps months. It also means my Jewish Italian mother will be calling me for weeks or months worrying about my cough and telling me to take it easy and asking me if anything I plan on doing is a good idea over and over again.
Then I came back from work and opened my bag to switch out my sunglasses for my regular glasses. I found the glasses case in my bag, but no glasses. My glasses fell out somewhere. Arrgh!
Please make it stop…
