Unpleasant day at work. Just really rotten. Ended up staying late to finish an email explaining why the perceived problem wasn't a problem at all and since it was to my boss it had to be diplomatic. This was after a bunch of other issues that were blown up bigger than they should have been and a most unpleasant network meeting.
Good thing dinner was super-easy--thank my earlier self for planning that ahead of time. Once I got that out of the way I did nothing for the next two hours except finish my novel which was exactly the right sort of treat for this day.
The weird thing though is that even though yesterday didn't have as much objectively bad/annoying stuff in it, that was the day I got all bent out of shape emotionally, not today. Today sucked, but I didn't go down that same unpleasant rabbit-hole where I spent most of yesterday afternoon - go figure.
Theoretically the rest of the week will be better - possibly more work but at least no more unpleasant meetings. Tomorrow I'll have the best veggie burger in town, too - unless something else on the menu catches my eye. That should be nice. Getting back to sixty days definitely feels like a nice accomplishment because the next-most-recent-to-this time I quit I only got to 56 days before floundering. A whole second month is pleasing. Each week and month feels like another step in the right direction but I'm thinking my internal "real" goals are first to get a Day 203 since that was where I quit quitting last time and then to hit a one-year mark. Getting to a whole year still seems kind of magical and illusory but also a very special goal worth seeking. I've been feeling that little pang of "I wish that were me" every time I hear about a soberversary since way before I ever even seriously considered serious quitting...so obviously that's something important.
Right now, though, bedtime is important. More tomorrow.