A teeth gritting week

Some series of days are more trying than others and this week has been a teeth gritter. Monday and Tuesday was moderately annoying but these last two - - whew. I just got back from being down state for two days at a meeting. Typical of annual, statewide meetings, there was some good social interaction and the emotional boost that being validated by people in your chosen profession can do. Much of that was good. There were even a few good speakers. Of course, there was also some political posturing that always makes me set my jaw in impatience. I have little tolerance for self-elevating attitudes anyway and when I am 'clerk-slapped' I find it exceedingly difficult to maintain my professional decorum. Add a steadily emerging headcold, a Hilton that felt that the wireless was worth an extra 10 (I refused to pay that when the Starbucks WiFi was free IN THE LOBBY), and finding out when I placed my bedtime call that my institution is withdrawing support from their retirees' insurance coverage and I am ... mad. That last one directly impacts my life. I took tomorrow off, too, so that I could get ready for a biannual flea market that I like to sell at and I am really glad now. I wouldn't want to go in there tomorrow. As for now, I am glad to be home -- home, where my thoughts escaping, home where my music's playing, home where my love lies waiting... silently for me.