I had an especially trying morning. By the time I was ready to break for lunch, I was practically in tears from frustration. A month ago I would have walked past the beer in the fridge straight to the liquor store for something stronger and finished my workday while downing shots and beer. Not this day.
I followed my plan and went straight to my father's house to forage for comfort food. I was not disappointed. My lunch feast, homemade corned beef and cabbage with a large slice of chocolate cake and green tea.
I'm feeling much better and ready to take on whatever the afternoon brings.
Peace, doodles.