It’s been one of those weeks. One of those weeks that starts off fine and then takes a nosedive so unexpected and painful you can’t sleep and you can’t think straight. You can’t tolerate food but wine, wine is more welcome than ever. You keep your glass filled and your phone charged as you talk over and over and over again with your closest confidantes. They all say the same thing. They use different words but it’s the same advice. You know they’re right. But you don’t want them to be right. All you want is to hit the refresh button and go back a week.
Someone once said. “Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer.” I used to like that quote. Now I’m not so sure.