Home Sweet Home?
Since returning yesterday from the trip back east for my Dad’s memorial party, I’m dealing with a wrenched wrist thanks to the other passengers who decided not to understand that jostling and pushing me out of the way while I was retrieving my carry-on baggage from the overhead compartment wasn’t the smartest or most courteous thing to do, in addition to returning to an apartment with a cat undergoing some sort of psychosis which prompts her to cry for attention and then howl and attack when she gets it, leading to no more than about an hour’s sleep last night.
My wrist hurts and I’m so in need to sleep I’m about ready to stab anyone who pisses me off today. And in all of this, somehow I have to manage and navigate the transition at work as the last remaining coworker departs and I have to take over a number of things I don’t know how to do.
Think anyone would notice if I took my share of my Dad’s estate and just disappeared off the face of the earth as far as anyone else was concerned?