I Can Do It.

Damn. I had a BAD day at work today. 

BAD.

I'm sitting here drinking wine and listening to Ian Hunter, Leo's upstairs computering, and Owen and Ernie are out in Cyril driving around until the Papa Del's pizza is ready to pick up because I SURE as hell am NOT cooking dinner tonight.

The things getting me through?

1. My beloved Nick Rudd is going to see Ian Hunter tomorrow night.

2. Ernie and Owen picked me up from work in the bug.

3. Leo's feels better and smiled at me sweetly and was sympathetic about my day.

4. I'm going to be in Nashville this week.

I can do it.

I can do it.

Onward.