Insert ear-piercing shriek here.
This was one of those high-definition days where everything seems to have an extra dimension and reality is a little too real. Iím sure part of it is the fact that Iím trying to adjust to the time change, but the biggest problem I have right now is the stress of not having enough money to do business. I worried about it all day until it felt as if it were eating me alive.
Why is it that after the clocks get set back an hour I donít get to sleep any earlier at night? And yet, I do wake up earlier in the morning. This doesnít make any sense to me, but Iím not thinking clearly enough to make sense of anything anyway.
I knew as soon as I pulled the car out of the garage this morning that I shouldnít be driving. I also knew that I was probably panicking for no reason, but I still had a hard time dealing with the slow horse trailer in front of me and the maniac flashing his headlights behind me. I did what I was supposed to do. I settled in and concentrated on surviving until I could find a place to turn off or pull over.
One of the things I had to do today is the one thing I hate most. I had to make a lot of phone calls to get questions answered about the two problems I was facing. I got the wrong sales tax information, filled out the form and mailed it, and then, after I got back from the post office, got the right information. I tried to find a way to file an amended or corrected form on the state web site, but when I couldnít find one I made up my own and paid the difference.
That meant a second trip to the post office, but by that time Iíd given up on making any sense out of this day. I felt as if everything I tried was going to have to be done over at least once. I donít believe in curses or hexes or jinxes, but I do seem to have a run of bad luck like this every so often. If you think of it as a random series of unfortunate coincidences, it makes it a lot easier to take. If I donít think Iím being victimized on purpose, I can get through it and get over it and get up the next morning.
I do have to say that the last thing I wanted to do at just about the time school was letting out on Halloween day was get back in my car and drive back to the post office. I dodged the bullet the first time out, and I didnít want to have to dodge a bunch of mini-goblins the second time around.