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twice in one weekend

My son reached out and invited me to brunch for Saturday- We like to meet at the Olympia Diner on the Berlin Turnpike because it's kinda half way for both of us and we've always gone there - Me since i was a kid with my father and my son, since he was a kid with me.  It's tradition.

This time we never actually made it to eating, but we DID go down the street to a different restaurant where we had adult beverages and outstanding service.  We may have a new tradition.  

While we were out they (my daughter in law and son) asked if i would come to dinner Sunday night.  She was making a big batch of stuffed shells.  Sunday was nice, her family was there and it very relaxed.  I really enjoy her family and appreciate that they have always treated my son as family.

Before i went Sunday i literally slept all day.  I woke up at 4pm and dashed out of the house to be on time for dinner.  
I tend to sleep a lot when i'm overwhelmed.  

I keep second guessing myself at work, which i suppose, i should.  Most of the people i work with are friendly and professional but there are always the few..........yeah.  So its difficult for me to not be "hard" when someone is being an asshole.  My boss had taught me to be gentler.......but i forget sometimes.  I know it's important to remain gracious and calm but some of these people i'd like to let loose on.  

so entitled.
Not all.  But enough.

Anyways- still very much axiety ridden over what changes are coming in July when my boss steps down and someone else takes his place.

not much to say.  It's work work work for me right now.

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