Goin back on a Tuesday should be nice, but Tuesdays are worse than Mondays for me. Knowing how Mondays are, you’d think you could expect more from Tuesdays, but no.
Last Tuesday could have won an award for how horrible it was, but it was too cold and the doors to the award center were frozen shut.
I will take responsibility for the very first part of what went wrong, being that the ‘snow’ was really more of an ‘ice’ which clung to my wipers and my roof and thus it took me longer to clean my car off than I would have thought. This is really no big deal since I leave early, always with time to spare, but it did make for rather wet ankles and wrists.
At work, my co-worker never showed up.
“Yes, co-worker, do bail without warning, I’d love to run the office entirely on my own, thank you.”
(I’ve seen my car this morning and she’s no longer my co-worker, so I know at the least, neither of those things will happen on this Tuesday.)
I’d also accidentally taken The Mister’s lunch. Sammich thick with ham and green grapes on the side instead of black. That’s my fault, too, but I think Tuesday made me put his lunch in the wrong box. It certainly wasn’t Day-After-Christmas brain.
I can’t recall what else happened, but a series of traffic issues wherein I thought I heard the universe laughing at me, or maybe it was Buddha, for they were surely big belly laughs. During my drive home I surrendered and decided ARE YOU FREAKIN KIDDING ME!? was no longer a viable possibility.
I do remember one of the last things I did before going home was to pump gas when it was -5 and how it was important I do that, as the days following were to be even colder. I spoke to a nice man at the pump beside me. I was jealous he wore a hat; he was jealous I wore gloves. We decided the following day, we’d both wear both.
It’s now -8 but I see we’re going to get up to 14 today, so that’s good. If it’s all the same to the universe, even though I’ll wear a hat and gloves today, I’ll wait to fuel up tomorrow, as it will be a most agreeable 20.