My husband woke me up at 4 am to tell me our heater broke. Ugh. I got up and ready for work, saw a handful of appointments at work and then after 4 hours I went home. I binged on a pizza. I took a nap. Then I went outside with my dogs and rode one of my horses. Then trimmed his hooves. Then inside to do laundry and cleaned the cat litter. Sometimes, I become hyper active when I'm feeling down to avoid just melting in to a puddle of despair. I tried to cook dinner but somehow managed to mess that up so I ate the rest of the pizza. And now I'm just sitting here waiting for my husband to get home. Gotta put on a happy face. (Yeah I realize this was a long response!!)