The day started off like any other Monday. I got up twenty minutes late. Discovered I hadn’t remembered to wash any of my jeans. Then proceeded to search all over the house for a set of keys I had hidden on myself during a weekend cleaning frenzy.
By the time I finished sorting through ten garbage bags filled with coffee grounds, half-rotten vegetables, and empty wine bottles (looking for the same set of keys), I was ready to call it a day.
Oh, and did I mention I was feeling a bit under the weather? And knew I had three impossible deadlines to meet in the next three days?
Yep. Monday mornings don’t get much better around here.
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