Yesterday was LONG.

First, I thought my counseling session was going to start an hour before I’m scheduled to start work, but I was wrong. Through blurry eyes, I realized that my therapy sessions are bi-weekly instead of weekly. I guess I was too deep in grief a few weeks ago to pay attention to that important detail. I hope there’s nothing else I missed around that time.

Second, the damn Internet experienced a two-hour outage while I was starting a time-sensitive task at work. I’m glad my mobile carrier offers unlimited data and tethering, or else I would’ve been screwed. Although I wasn’t anxious or sad about my mom while I waited to come out of the dinosaur ages, I still had anxiety about my day job. These are just a few of the anxious thoughts that swarmed my mind:

What if the Internet remains unstable? Where can I safely get public wifi during a pandemic? Will I look crazy if I huddle outside my office building in a down coat to leech the wifi connection? Would the cost of commuting to the office outweigh the cost of twiddling my thumbs sans wifi?

The Internet eventually came up again and I was able to take a nap after work. I didn’t let the devil win today and I never will.