I can't decide if this is a good day or a bad one. Some things have been serendipitous - I spilled coffee in the car on my way to work, but it landed on my seat belt instead of my shirt. I got here early enough to get the parking space I like in the garage. J slept all night. These are all good things, right? So why am I in a vaguely grumpy mood? I think it's just being at work that does it. I'm so far behind, I'll never catch up, and that brings me down.
I keep thinking there are things I want to write about, but I can't seem to get my thoughts together enough to get them down right now. Oh well, maybe it will all come to me later.