I had a full-out hyperventillating panic attack this morning when I was trying to get The Girls ready to go to Church ... The Wife was already up there for a meeting ... and there were too damn many things hanging over my head. I eventually just threw in the towel on the Chuch concept, set The Girls up with a video and tried to figure out what to do with myself ... I started printing (and folding and separating) new business cards I'll need for a mailing I want to do ... but I figured I needed to be out of the office to make sure The Girls didn't destroy the house or each other.
On the postive side ... I was able to fix the problem we were having with the antenna system ... before last night we had thought it was in the buiding wiring, but I found out it was in our unit ... I had to drag out a 3-part wall unit and completely re-wire the coax for the livingroom/kitchen feed, but I got it done and it works now. Small victories, manual labor, no further from the abyss, but it kept me from committing hara-kiri with the big serrated bread knife, which was looking like an attractive option this morning.
Oh, and The Bears won ... winning the NFC Central. The Bears know when I am in psychological trouble ... the year I quit drinking they went 15-1 and won the Super Bowl. Maybe they'll do that again to keep me alive!
