. Horoscope says “You must guard against your penchant for adopting a poor view of yourself and your accomplishments.”
. I don’t want to be here. Not today. I swipe to unlock my phone and revisit last night’s photos of green algae and goldenrod and the prolific Argiopes.
. Plot twist, I choose the caramel flavored coffee that is part of the office coffee stash, despite having many other respectable options to choose from.
. It has been a grand day indeed. I begrudgingly un-begrudge one person at work (but only one), leave 15 minutes early, (which means avoiding the herd of cars that will obnoxiously migrate home at 4pm), and my favorite, yes favorite, physician gifts me a bottle of Bénédictine. A thank you I did not deserve, but that I sheepishly accept. B&B’s are in the near-future. Note to self: refill the large ice cube trays.
. Not one, but two, plates of poutine are eaten with an aggressiveness I am sure to pay for later, one IPA that I actually like, and two bites of chocolate ice cream. I’m glad to be wearing this mumu of a dress that does not require the god awful restriction of a bra.
. Word of warning... if you ever accompany me to dinner at a time when the sun is setting, be prepared to drive around the city like a storm chaser so I can take approxinately 70 photos of the sky. This works better if you are driving, but that’s an insignificant detail.
. One of the best parts of the single life is being able to whisk yourself away at 8pm on a Friday night for the sole purpose of stretching out on your couch in a bathrobe.