Long rough day.
More actual work than usual and then an -awful- inspection summation at one of our other locations. Awful for me specifically because it turns out that the answer to a question I ask the supervisor every single time I'm there is not the "yes" he has been telling me and I have been dutifully writing down but "nope not even close."
Got home and had a slice of pecan pie first thing. Followed by nachos. Wanted to have a nice lie-down with a book but it was opening night of Youngest's play so off I went. Just in time to run into my MiL on the way in. Sitting with her wasn't as awful as it could have been and I won easy points by not just getting pictures with my phone but posting them to "Face" during intermission. So I guess that was a deposit in the bank of good karma. Even if she did look younger than I do in the picture I took after the show of her with Youngest. (It really is uncanny; if she had an attic I'd assume there was a painting in it.)
Hadn't realized till I started this post that being in the -three- hundreds of days would mean something even if it is only one day in. It sure is a nice number though. I hope the weather has improved enough by next week to be able to do the lunch thing; I need to actively put some good into my life.