I really miss the days when I could catch a nap somewhere on the floor because since our department moved in Brooklyn I haven't found anywhere yet where I can trust I would likely not be caught. I know we're consolidating everywhere since they're going to have to relocate 6,000 people before they tear down our headquarters but the lack of extra sleep sucks.

In other news, my aunt had a heart attack, didn't go straight to the ER (of course), but got lucky that when they did the catheterization a couple of days later she didn't have any material heart muscle damage. They placed a stent in the artery that was 99% blocked and she'll have to get two others placed for 50% blockages but the danger is over and minimal damage was done.

As I've been learning even with counseling, making true, permanent, major changes to your lifestyle is really hard, even when you're smacked in the metaphorical face with something like this. I wish her better luck than I've had. I'm not giving up, just accepting that I'm not quite there yet.