Good morning, world. I hope you’ve been having a good day. I was treated to seeing a mourning dove threesome on the roof of my car this morning while I drank my coffee, so there’s that.
Yesterday was one of those days, the kind where you’re trying so hard to be optimistic about how the day is going to be even when you’re not really feeling it. I wasn’t happy about working a late shift or skipping out on the morning yoga, but I figured it would be at least decent working with a pharmacist I enjoy sharing a shift with. I was looking forward to having leftover stuffing for dinner before the rest of the week got busy with me making a giant cake for the weekend. Sadly, because I’m a great planner but a terrible communicator, it turns out I have to have the cake done a day earlier than expected. Consequently, the cake prep had to be pushed up a day, I was baking cake until bedtime, and my relaxing night turned into anything but.
I needed this morning’s yoga like I need air. The next two days are going to be insanity, and Saturday night can’t come soon enough.
