I ran around all day today. I went to the office of Vital Records and requested an updated Birth Certificate. It should be ready by tomorrow. After that I went to the Philadelphia Passport Agency that is located in the United States Custom House. I attempted to renew my passport. It didn’t work. I was directed to a slow moving line. Once I got up to the window, the woman gave me a number and instructed me to wait until my number was called and then I could submit my paperwork. So I sat in this crowded, stinky room. My number was 128. I looked up to where the number tally was being kept and it read 99.
“Oh good, only 29 ahead of me, four windows open, I’ll be up there in no time!” I thought. Ha! A half hour later the counter ticked to 100. Fifteen minutes later it showed 101. A half hour after that… 102. I couldn’t stand it. I got up and left. The day would end before I was called to the window.

After work I went to the Mann Music Center. The Philadelphia Orchestra was playing Mozart and I do enjoy sitting in the grass and listening to the music and people watching. It’s amazing how many people in attendance have bags with the PBS logo on them. They support the arts, I guess.

On the ride home I decided that it was silly of me to make myself crazy trying to fit a vacation into a time slot. Instead of forcing the whole situation, I would just move my vacation to the next week. Besides, I’ve been breaking down in tears and feeling great waves of sadness, hopelessness and despair. I realize that next week is not a week I want to be sitting on the beach. It’s better for me to make sure I am somewhere that I can wear sweat pants, eat chocolate, and watch Romantic Comedies on tv. The thing is, next week is just the best time work-wise for me to take a break. I am coming off one heck of a month AND I typically don’t close any business the week after Independence Day anyway. Plus, Lisa and I are taking off for a little trip in August and by vacationing in early July, that gives me more time between trips. Oh well. That’s life. God seems to want me around home next week. Let me just embrace that and change my plans. It’s the right thing. All will be fine.