Driving home from work. Another really rough day. And yes, yes I was weeping.
I adjusted my rearview mirror, and thought, "Self, it seems like we adjust this mirror a lot."
I figured it out: I do adjust that mirror a lot. When I drive home from work, I'm so physically/emotionally drained that I slump in my seat. I slump so deep that I have to adjust the mirror down to see out the back window. In the morning I adjust it back up. Rinse and repeat.
That's bad, is it not?
But the husband made chili for me (nice meal when it's EIGHT degrees outside.) and patted my hand and held me while I wept in our kitchen, my feet feeling icy on our cold tile floor.