The entire month of January reached the uppermost tippy-top of the list as the most stressful week IN MY WHOLE FREAKING LIFE. Or at least as much of my life as I can remember - there are a lot of gray areas amongst the clear bits. I thought I had seen the last dregs of hell last week, but NO. After a grueling session with a lobbying auditor (think IRS times 500), I managed to lock my keys in my car. Sigh. While I am glad I have AAA, I am not glad that I had to wait over an hour and a half for someone to show up. While I froze in the garage and got completely angst-ridden about the poor pups at home for close to 12 hours. Some of that time was spent amusing myself, trying to guess where Pepper had peed. I limped home on less than an eighth of a tank of gas - reassuring myself that this was the one night during the next five months where the temps were not dropping below zero so I would be/my car would be okay - and was greeted by hysteria. Even the cats got in on the action. They are usually above hysteria or showing any outward signs of emotion, good or bad.
The eve of the eve of the last night of January, there was terrorizing of dogs, plastic bags, toilet paper, stacks of books, frenetic scratching at their scratch waves, careening off of hallway walls, a couple of close calls with fragile objects. Cupboard doors were flung open. It was awe-inspiring in a terrifying way.
As a matter of fact, the cat hysteria did not stop until around midnight. Finally falling asleep around one, I was up at 4 to find.... more snow! Yippee! I was so, so, so, so, glad that I got to round off my Month From Hell with a nice, challenging drive to work. And it only took me two hours to get there (with a stop to fill the tank)! Yay! I suppose I should be thrilled when there isn't snow and the only problem is the sound of the temperature dropping like an Arctic stone. Le Sigh.