Over Shabbat, I had about 5 bowls of chicken soup, which really made me feel much better. This one was a combined effort of both of my parents, and it came out wonderful.
I like chicken soup.
The wedding is 36 days away, so I'm getting more and more tense. Last night, Yaakov and I spent some time going over the guest list. We need to start addressing invitations about a week ago :). Fortunately, I called the printer and they're ready! :)
One of my neighbors sent me into a minor tizzy last night by coming over to let me know that my dud shemesh (solar water boiler) was leaking. After Yaakov and I went up on the roof, searched for the dud, located the puddle, etc, I ran my fingers EVERYWHERE on the whole apparatus, and discovered that there was no point of leakage... This means... that it was probably a rain puddle. I went into a semi-panic over a RAIN PUDDLE?! HARUMPH!
And... we're on to the next crisis.
I started feeling really awful today at work. I was dizzy and feeling kinda sad and just blah. So I went up on the roof and called a friend to talk. I thought maybe it was a variant on a panic attack or something like that, but after maybe 5 minutes, I felt totally fine.
then I walked back into the office and was assaulted by the smell of smoke. My eyes started watering. My heart started thumping, and guess what? all the good feeling of being up on the roof was instantly gone.
So... I start looking stuff up... and guess what? My boss's doggone smoking is giving me MIGRAINES!
And more than that, the other boss 1. doesn't seem to care 2. thinks that any time I say something hurts me, I'm making it up. 3. feels free to yell at me for eating chocolate, but doesn't see any reason to be concerned about my health when my air is poisoned.
I wish I were quitting sooner.
At least that's the most logical explanation I can find.