I had the kind of morning that could have set me off the rails.
We got a slow start because we had to go pick up the car. I decided to work at bakery by the car place, but the wifi wouldn’t connect. There was a big hunk of hazelnut shell in my pastry.
“It’s fine. I’ll make a positive out of this.”
I went to read my book, but a dude across the room kept piping up with loud comments every 30 seconds while his companions chewed:
“This place started on Kickstarter! If you gave money you got like, a loaf of bread.”
“Granola is very good.”
“Brazilian bread is like, this ball of cheese and bread.”
So I gave up, and decided to go for a walk. Walks are almost always the right decision, so I decided to hoof it to the library 10 blocks away.
I pulled out my sunglasses, and they were missing a stem.
Somehow, I still feel okay. I’ll get some work done. Nothing is ruined, other than my sunglasses.
I’m firmly on the rails.