Every story has a murder

Today we remembered that we must also work. You’d think I went to the salt mines. In fact, I saw 8 clients today (one didn’t show) and did no paperwork but it wound up swallowing most of the day.

I went next door to the Cedar Inn as instructed and found a weirdly modern looking lobby. They had coffee and I drank some, a receptionist with ghost busters vibes sold me the last available room on the first floor for one month’s time, from sunday nov 26 through december 26. “But it has two double beds!” name that film. but really the room has two double beds which is annoying but maybe I can make it work? it better be bigger or I don’t know what I’ll do.

The future looms weirdly but what else is new. Tomorrow I want to leave at 5am for waterford so I can get home in time to see clients for the afternoon. I’ll stay with mom from wednesday night until sunday morning. In this time I have three parties to go to: 1. thanksgiving, if you call that a party, with my 100 year old great uncle, his daughter and my mom. It sounds worse than it is but a stretch to be thankful for it. 2. My ex boyfriend’s house party on friday, because all my friends would be there and he said he wanted me to come. we’re all in our 40s and the literal facebook invitation says “house party.” it’s because he has so much seating and he wanted to make good use. 3. a friendsgiving thrown by kind, good looking people I don’t know very well. Maybe I won’t go to that. I don’t want to bring a dish. Per usual the struggle is between treating yourself to doing nothing or pushing yourself to do good things for yourself you don’t want to do.

It would be better to pack tonight and make things easier on myself in the morning. will she do it?