Since yesterday I have had a sharp pain and crackling in my lungs. I've never had lung problems before so this only serves to further my belief that New Mexico is trying to kill me.
This morning I woke up at 7am, lungs aching, and pulled a muscle in my neck yanking the blankets from my side to Rob's.
I tried to wake Rob up so he could come with me to drop Cypress off at her first day at daycare. He was dragging his feet so I passive-aggressively left by myself.
On the way, we approached a train crossing and just as I was about to drive over it, I saw a yellow light and the crossing lights started flashing. For those of you who don't know, I'm terrified of trains and train crossings, and as you can see below, this morning I got a front row seat. I saw the homeless guy selling newspapers avoid me because I was crying and hyperventilating, and Cypress started flipping out.
The road to Cypress's daycare was closed because someone was murdered there yesterday or the day before. I tried to find a quick way around but all the roads were either blocked off or dead ends. Because of all the stopping and going, I could tell that Cypress was starting to get sick and I had to keep moving my damaged neck because of all the lane-changing I was doing. I actually had to drive almost the entire way back the way I came to find a new way because I suck at directions and maps.
Once we got there Cypress was extremely overwhelmed by all the smells and the noise so I'll be worrying about her all day.
On top of all of that, today marks 17 years since my best childhood friend died of cancer. This isn't something that really dominates my day anymore, but it seems appropriate that if I'm going to have a shitty day it'd be today.
Now I'm home, and the day can only get better, right?
