It’s a sign that I should just shut down and go to bed if I’m tearing up at a Nascar crash on Under Cover Boss. Was gone in London all last week. Catching up on 250+ e-mails when I picked up a voicemail from someone at one of my clients, wanting to talk to me about my main client contact, who I know is going through radiation/chemo. It didn’t sound good.
I feel so overwhelmed with the work waiting for me when I get back that I feel teary at the thought of bad news. And then I feel even worse thinking that whatever it means to me, I can’t even imagine what it must mean for her.