AM: 2 miles.
A cursed day. My wife got stuck early, meeting a running friend, when her car battery died. I was late to work.
At the office, I picked a fight with the network team that was unpleasant but needed. Meanwhile, we're putting an offer in on a house we can barely afford. I am trying to manage contractors making our house (hopefully) saleable. I feel both stressed and remote.
Out of work late. An accident on the bridge heading into St. Pete brought traffic to a crawl, so I had to bail on the plan of mile repeats with Lee and Mike.
Time to go to sleep.
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