I know what you mean, Dina. Mine's emotional tired. Started the day at the area ambulance service office to deliver a $420 insurance check for the $600 service fee for Buck's trip to the first hospital. The ambulance director asked if the deductible had been met. Told him that the insurance "mess" was so complex I could hardy unravel it. He asked me if I had the printout that came with the check. As it turned out, I did. He took it; went to the computer, hit a couple of keys and handed me a revised bill. $28. I was happy. Lots better than $180.
Next stop was the insurance office to make a payment on shop insurance and to deal with changing the beneficiaries on my life insurance. After Buck, it's difficult dealing with my own mortality.
Finally, made it to the shop. Prepared the custom mattress and bumpers (for delivery - appropriate pun, yes) for the very, very old cradle I told you about earlier. Called the customer to let them know it was ready.
Busied myself with redoing the seats of some very old dining room chairs. Needlepoint. Beautiful, but the seats looked as though someone had had a serious meal of beans, if you get my drift. They were really "blown out." Needed completely new webbing, etc. Tack, tack, tack. Staple, staple, staple.
Lady who was supposed to have been here yesterday to look at her finished dining room chairs arrived, with her husband, and was more than pleased with the end result. Yeah!!!!! I did good. Buck was a good teacher.
She contracted for me to upholster the seats, too. Not only that, they're going to bring their dining room table for refinishing. Whoa! Hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew.
Came home in a light rain and had some lunch. Afternoon spent doing research and writing. Had my regular "Friday night" conversation with my mother-in-law in Pennsylvania. What a lady! Can't tell you how much I love her!! She's awesome.
Sadly, before I came inside, I buried the kitten who died. Thankfully, the rain softened the hard ground enough for me to get a spade into it.
At the moment I'm on pins and needles cheering on my youngest brother who is performing in a community theatre opening night of Chicago. I'm not there - he's 50 miles away - but I'm there in spirit. I'll see the performance on September 12th.
Gotta think of dinner. Probably leftover "something." I'm spent.