I've been camped at my desk for more than a week now and just started the process of digging out. 7 glasses, 3 mugs, 2 big plates, 1 little plate, 2 empty gum packs and scrap paper a few inches deep litter every flat surface within my reach.
I've ignored all of my friends through this stretch and I'm sorry. I preach that life is about priorities but sometimes life sets them for us. I am hanging onto a single strand of hope that this week will be better.