It was an inauspicious start.
When I arrived at work I had the unsettling discovery that I had managed to leave the house dressed like something out of Absolutely Fabulous, which sounds, well, absolutely fabulous, but is in fact not. There is leopard-print footwear involved, which I bought because I thought for a moment that I could be tall, renounce sarcasm, and pull off leopard-print footwear. (I can do none of these things.)
There's a steady rain outside, which means J is at home either studying the most efficient route for prime mud coverage and/or stinkiness, or building an ark.
I think the bacon in my lunch was bad. You don't need to know anymore things about that.
Work is busy, like getting-the-wind-knocked-out-of-you so, and more than one person has said "Are you OK?" to me today based on seeing me.
Then again, that could be the shoes.
So I'm meditating on the pretty things in life, and reminding myself that some days the sun does shine,
and some days the world is kind,
and some days, like today, my hair looks fucking fantastic.