I can say with little hesitation that this week at work has been hands down the hardest, ever. I'll spare the details, but while we were working through negotiations, we got to a point where we were waiting for others to respond and we couldn't handle just sitting around waiting any more. So we went to the pool with our neighbors to cool down. They had a snack bar and I got an old-school italian ice. And by old-school, I mean 1985. Tasted like childhood. Just the hour reprieve from the stress that I needed.
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