I tried to start walking again. But it was slick. I ended up having wet pants and walked home after 20 mins. It was a fail. Tomorrow it will be in the 50s. I just hate walking in the late mornings where people are driving to work and the roads and busy and everyone is staring at me.
Work was a death. So bad. So hard. So busy. Angry. I look back on my day and it went fast somehow. When it was happening and I was in it, it wasn’t fast.