Bit of a busy day at work, not just for me, chaos all around. Finally got around to coming home for some food, need to take the dog out.

On this 19th anniversary of my first submission of myself to another for use as punching bag, thinking about why that seems to be how things go with me. Not sure if it's that I seem like I can take it or that I invite it or what, certainly can take it, do invite it, still hurts.

OK, walk the dog, back to work for a little more chaos, back home, then work-related house call at 7. Feeling pretty disoriented.