I am at home.
It is 11:09 a.m. on a Thursday. A work day.
I have not had a relaxing morning.
I have been digging my car out. My wee Civic that I managed to get stuck in a minuscule yet determined snow drift as I tried to drive down the lane from the house this morning. I have been digging and digging, in work clothes (and work socks and shoes!), I have shoved my floor mats under my tires, I've tried everything I can by myself.
I am stuck.
The part that is most frustrating, aside from my work clothes clinging to my sticky, sweaty body and my once-styled hair plastered around my head, is that I have a therapy appointment in one hour. That I think I am going to have to cancel.
I had to cancel last week, too, due to snow/vehicle/stranded issues.
I feel horrible, and really totally pathetic. I worry that my therapist either thinks that I am so incompetent as to not be able to leave my house, or that I am bailing on therapy. I am not bailing on therapy, so....
Fucking winter and my inability to deal with it.