Unexpectedly, this has turned into The Day From Hell, so I’m going to keep today’s entry short. I promised myself that this blog would not turn into a bunch of ranting about day-to-day life. Let’s face it: setbacks happen to us all, and it’s how we deal with them that counts.

It’s not that anything terribly bad has happened, so much as just plain stressful. A bus driver told me he was going to my destination when he wasn’t, so I got taken on a lovely tour of the city’s north end this morning, even though I couldn’t afford to be late. Then, as it turns out, the conference call that I was in such a hurry to get to had been cancelled. No one told me. As the day progressed, it was one thing after another: scheduled reporters running late, other reporters showing up without notice–asking to interview hard-to-reach people, but then deciding they didn’t need to speak to them after I’d already arranged it, lost wallets, miscommunication, you name it.

How do you deal with stress? I’m hoping The Boy will agree to hold Thai pads for me when I get home–kickboxing is always a great stress reliever. Much better than heading for the junk food and a couch to wallow on.

Making the Cut, Day Ten: So far, so good. My legs and glutes are extremely sore, even though I’ve been stretching after the workouts, so I hope that’s a good sign. Tonight I’m supposed to have the evening off from exercise, but may do some pad work anyways, just to make me feel better.
To bed at: 11:30 p.m.
Awake at: 6:00 a.m.
Novel pages written: 2.5