It’s been an exhausting and emotional weekend. Like everyone else, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about those babies and their teachers who died on Friday. As a mother – as just a simple human being – it broke my heart. I remember being a kid at that tender age, and what broke my heart even more was thinking about the fear and confusion that I know those children felt. I just hate, hate, hate it.

So woe is me, I had to work all weekend. And I’m mentally stabbing myself in the heart as I complain about working all weekend when there are parents whose babies were so violently taken from them. It’s not lost on me. So I’ll continue…

I just finished editing 4 days worth of trial transcripts in about 36 hours. At 4:30 this afternoon I decided to take a break and make a nice hot toddy. Everyone was out of the house and I was alone and it was quiet and I could do whatever I wanted for like 7 minutes. So I very lovingly made my first hot toddy of the season, turned on the fire and nestled into my favorite spot on the couch.

Yes I was drinking and editing. Shut up.

I took the first glorious sip and very reluctantly opened my laptop back up. As I started reading,I realized it had gotten darker. Being close to 5:00, the sun had started going down. I was going to have to get up off my widening behind and turn some lights on.

As I silently cursed myself for not turning on the light before settling down with my work, I moved the laptop over so I could get up. At that moment the power cord on my computer swept my drink off the table and onto the floor where it shattered into a billion pieces. No more hot toddy for me. I’d used up the last bit of whisky.

And that, my friends, is Reason No. 593 why I hate winter. It gets dark too f*cking early.