At Least They're Committed

Granted the day did not start so hot. I had weird freaking work dreams all night and when I dragged my sorry ass out of bed after hitting the snooze twice, I still could have sworn it was the middle of the night and I must have acted as if I were sleep walking because I first cracked the base of the blender, you know the part that you screw on that holds the blade, and then I couldn’t reach the larger glasses because Demon Spawn reconfigured the shelves and when I tried to pour the smoothie into a smaller glass it didn’t even come close and so Edisonsblackdahlia handed me a larger glass — well, a Mason jar — and I poured the stuff into it instead, but missed some because my eyes suck and it dripped onto the dishwasher and the floor so grabbed a towel off the counter to clean up my mess only to have the first, smaller glass come with it, dropping onto the hardwood and spraying shards of glass all over the floor and me and EBD. At that point I did my muted, hysterical sob, and EBD told me it was fine, calm down, and he helped me clean up and nobody got cut and it was the last glass left in that set, so I guess it gives me the opportunity to get some new ones.

The day got better when I got to work and I now actually feel like I’ve accomplished something and we’re putting the newsletter off until next week, so no stress there, and I got, like, six compliments on my new dress and I was feeling all confident and stuff and then I came around the corner by the elevator and someone who I THINK I talked to earlier in the week was standing there waiting to go downstairs, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure because, well, this person is very plain and so I could have launched into, “Long time, no see!” but I thought better of it and so when she looked at me I smiled big as if we knew each other and said, “Heeeeey! How’s it going?” and she said “Great!” and I’m still not sure whether it was the person I talked to earlier in the week, but I now feel as if my reaction was adequate and appropriate.

And as I was sitting for a whole 12 minutes outside — right before I got an email from a member of the business community who I’ve never met asking me for information on a reception I’d never heard of, sending me back up to my office to do research (we nailed it down within a half hour) — I was singing softly to myself between talking to and smiling at passersby with my face to the sun while drinking in the smell and sounds of spring, “sometimes I DO know why we’d rather live than die, and look up toward the sky for answers to our lives . . .”