Now that I have time to breathe again...

It's my lunch break, which is one of my favorite times of the day.  I love my job and I look forward to coming to the office most days, but lunch time is my chance to forget that I work for someone else for sixty minutes.  It's a chance to relax, to smell the proverbial coffee (sounds like some new Stinkbucks flavor, actually).

And now, I think, I have finally reached the lunch break of my life, or at least my life as it currently exists.  I think I've finally reached a point of stabilization, which is odd considering how rapidly things are changing for me and my family.

A gut-wrenching decision?

Does it sound worse than it is?  For you, maybe.

Here's the good news: I think I figured out why I could be outpaced by a sloth these days.  Why I arrive at work feeling like I just went ten rounds with Tyson (except my ears are still attached).  Why from the moment I wake up, all I want to do is go to bed.  Why the only thing I do well these days is toss and turn.

B12.

As in, the vitamin.  It's not some new, top-secret bomber the air force has been working on, although bombers and the condition in question do have napalm-esque, searing pain associated with them.

Nexium!

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