My overall stress level is higher than it needs to be. Part of that is getting used to my commute, since I'm back to an hour each way. Having Larry the iPod helps a lot. This morning, I was running late and was stressing because the Fire Marshall was coming back to do a re-inspection on the tinderbox that is St. Ned's. I stopped in the driveway for the traditional morning roll-down-the-window kiss, and Dennis took my hands and prayed for a good trip for me and a bit of peace along the way. Yeah, he's a keeper, this guy.
