Also, my sister called, and she's always high-energy about planning shit for every occasion, and has now delegated me to make lunch reservations for Mother's Day, even though she doesn't know yet how many of us sisters can get together, or what time. Not that I can't be relied upon to help, but it's just another stressor, something else that has to ping at the back of my mind to worry about. I never make reservations for even Tom and I. The truth is, I wish my sister would quit doing shit like this, for mom and dad both. The two are homebodies who don't want a fuss. Mom doesn't want to be taken out and do crap. To be honest, I bet she'd just like to chill out at home, maybe we all bring something to munch over to her. Maybe rent a movie to watch, or if it's a nice day, just chill out on the back porch. But, here's Tracy's phone call and she's all a-buzzing, sounding like Pikachu on speed trying to make plans or half-plans or... who knows. And, here I am, barely able to get five words per minute out of my mouth.
It's not a "bad" day, just a tense day.