Weather's Unpredictability

Adam is stuck in Newark NJ for the night. His original flight from BWI to Newark was canceled. He managed to catch a flight that had been delayed. Turbulence caused the plane to be late. The flight from Newark to Dallas was canceled. The next flight would not be until six the next morning. Adam's boss booked him a room at a local Best Western. Adam took a shuttle there, with nothing but his cell phone, his laptop bag, and a light jacket. He called me, stressed and anxious, happy he could at least get internet so he could keep in contact while he saved his phone's battery. Hopefully he will get to Texas without further incident. Hopefully on Tuesday he will get back to Maryland safely.

I'm contemplating dinner. Leftover avocado quesadillas and salmon salad, I think. Working on the novel for a while. Standard chores. Early bed. A four day weekend to look forward to. Tomorrow, the office may close early. We'll see.

Does not help

It does not help that I am struck by massive, violent allergies on top of a mild cold virus. I have not had any major fibro flares for a while, but I am PMSing and that lowers my seizure threshold. My body constantly alternates between feeling like lead and feeling feather-light. I am drained and exhausted and fogged.

It does not help that I am hurting, a slow pulsing pain that is spreading like heat and blood under my skin. I can feel the Trileptal just starting to take effect, relaxing me. The warm shower will help.

It does not help that I am quietly panicking about the upcoming second goal meeting with my supervisor and the office manager. I believe I have improved quite well. I am still within this damn probationary period, which is added stress. I know my boss likes me, and I am performing well, and that matters, but I cannot cannot cannot shake this damn panic and paranoia. It needs to stop. I'm fine. I know I'm fine.
I almost want to do a tarot reading, but I do not know how my subconscious would affect the cards.

I will take my shower and go to bed early. I don't want to think anymore.