Woke up late, check. Forgot phone, check. Unjust lint roller, check. Spilled coffee on the dog-hair-covered coat, check-check. Inane conversation with newly returned (from maternity leave) boss, checkity-check.
But I suppose today isn’t so bad, really. I’m fine. I watched Charlie Rose interview Jay-Z, which was more entertaining than I imagined. And finally, someone taught white people how to pronounce Tupac once and for all!
Then I checked out some vector and fractal art pages. You know how I love ze arte. Who knew, inspiration is but a Google away?
Next there’ll be yoga in the office and that’s always a victory. Perhaps there’s more science in this room than I give the universe credit for. Maybe my phone would’ve distracted me from proper stretching later. I did, after all, remember my yoga mat.