2 bottles of wine later...

Yesterday was one of those days. I'm referring to those days where I used to be overwhelmed with panic, with the feeling that things were out of my control and everything was just going to fail and explode. I used to have those days quite frequently when I first started working. It took more than a couple of stern talks with my various employers, some counseling, and some serious introspection to internalize the "it isn't important enough to get this worked up about it" mantra.

Overwhelmed, feeling defeated, I managed to get through the workday. Then my day took a turn for the better. Some Asian lady that barely spoke English drove down to pick up the old IKEA photo frames and kitchen jars I had listed on CL. Little by little we're getting rid of the remaining boxes. Now I just have to deal with all our chochkies.

Then I had a friend come over and we got to chatting over a few glasses of wine, and a few more glasses of wine, and before I knew it we had finished two bottles of red. The conversation flowed as smoothly as the vino. We shared battle stories on our troubled fathers, laughed over family idiosyncrasies, and compared notes on new home ownership. Suddenly we realized it was midnight, both of us having to wake up early to go into work on Friday, and called it a night.

It was an incredible feeling to end the day on a good note after such a shitty afternoon. Can't say my poor liver would stand too many of these evenings, but now I know that a healthy pour and a willing ear can help release some of the tension in my shoulders.