Day 8 - Wine counts as a fruit, right?

So, Joe Biden is coming tomorrow. Whee. Who doesn't live Joe Biden? He'd probably be a great grandpa what with the purchasing of cute puppies just because and all.

Because he is arriving and he's the biggest celebrity to come to Upstate NY since...EVER...there was a whole tickets debacle. I'll spare you the boring details and the part where I get slightly annoyed and just go straight to the point where I get really annoyed.

Apparently Joe Biden is like Bruce Springsteen so there was this mile long line and rain and freezing cold temperatures and slow moving people. Once I got to the (almost) front of the line lo, there were no more tickets. Of course not!

I go back to the office and make several rounds of phone calls and find out that tickets had been procured while I was out in the rain with icicles forming on my eyelashes. But no one told me about the tickets while I was in the arctic circle and so I return wet after three hours to a bunch of warm and happy people.

And I missed my perfectly measured lunch.

Irritated would be the word I'm looking for. Sometimes my work stresses me out and so I reward myself - many nights a week - with a glass of wine. But tonight I can't have wine. I can look longingly at the stored bottles - always keep bottles around just in case you have unexpected guests - and then walk away with my glass of milk and a metric ton of cherries.

This is a really long winded way of saying that I need to find a new way to cope with my stress. Something that didn't go through fermentation.

This is going to be harder than I thought.