these days of leiderhosen

Today was a particularly trying day at Special Olympics cross-country practice. It should be a lesson in cultivating patience, but I fail a great deal more than I succeed. The commute home from the South Bay wasn't pleasant either. I walked in the door of Casa del Grant and immediately tripped and fell into an uneasy afternoon nap, despite the heat. I woke up sweaty and confused and proceeded to return the some calls and emails which probably wasn't the best timing. Apologies would begin here if I even knew how and where to start. Somewhere mid-dinner Steven picked an argument which sent me into my closet for a two hour tidy. It's a nice sized closet complete with chair and lamp in there and now I am considering installing a bed and big fuck-off lock. It's my one space that has no yarn, books in residence or spinning equipment; it's also the only place that is all mine. Today has been difficult in a lot of ways; the exact opposite of seven days ago. Steven is now i