I've heard of a cop on the edge, but I was a copywriter on the edge this week. At work, my emotions were running high and my workload was stacking even higher than the aforementioned emotions. Add in frenzied Christmas hoopla and you've got a recipe for meltdown.
And THEN, I kicked off my three-day holiday weekend by dropping my wallet in a public restroom sink. Oh, it's not a yearly tradition or anything. This time was the first. If you knew what a germphobe I am, you would be surprised that I'd ever consider touching my driver's license again. Fortunately, being worn down to a nib helped me take the hygiene horror in stride.
Now I sit at my computer nursing a bottle of petite sirah, feeling a helluva lot better.
Sidebar: Boy, "Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist" was a clever show.
OK, go make merry now. I'll be over here disinfecting my Ralph's Club card.