Yesterday's genealogy excursions laid me a bit low. I didn't do much for the rest of the day and was pretty blue by the time Hubby came home. He thinks I'm too much of an empath to have the sad genealogical events not affect me. I mean, yeah, my young cousin suffered a frightening, heartbreaking death that shattered his family. How does that not affect you?
Whatever, I'm still doing it! Just maybe tweaking the times when I work on it, so it's not during my days off work. Work seems to be a great mood-builder, which is odd and something to explore. It prevents the blue from sneaking up on me at night.
Back at work: We're doing our yearly "Don't Be A Poopface Employee" training. It doesn't change from year to year, so whizzing through it is pretty easy - it's taking the thing seriously that's the challenge.
I opened AND closed the bookstore today, and I'll be opening it Monday morning. They better watch it or I'm gonna start thinking I own the place. HANDS OFF MY BOOKSTORE.