Oy vey. It really was that kind of day.
I don't want to go into the details too much, but it was a long, crazy-ass, drawn-out day at work, and it seems everyone in my family was stressed about something or other. My brother called to tell me his cat had to be put down. She was Millie's age.
All of this lead to me being curled up on the bedroom floor, crying at about 5:30 this evening. Fortunately, Harley was on hand to purr and head-butt. And Dani was willing to listen to me blubber and rant for about 90 minutes on the phone, which helped considerably.
And now, I'm off to hit the shower, read my new book, and go to bed. Tomorrow can only be better.