What a week. I lulled myself into the happy bliss of zero medical appointments and no longer having to wonder what my diagnosis might be only unleash a maelstrom at work. I work all day, through lunch, only to have to do chores after hours. And the EA goes on vacation tomorrow so I know that it will be a nine hour day, at least, before my prescribed three-mile run.

And today, unfortunately, I found out that I am an idiot (no, more so this time, really) for trusting the incompetency of the assistant to my neur