One of Those Days

Have you ever had one of those days that you just can't make things go right, no matter how hard you try? Like you wake up early on a Saturday morning. You have a list of plans for the day. The weather's beautiful, you're well rested. You get up to make breakfast.

And you trip over your own feet and slam face-first into the ground.

This was that sort of day. I got up, brushed myself off, made sure I wasn't bleeding, then moved on to breakfast. That meal had already been downgraded from “waffles, eggs, bacon, and fresh-cut strawberries” to “maybe a bagel”. It wasn't even eight yet, though, so I had time to turn it around, right?

I did actually have a decent hour. I ate, cleaned myself up, steadfastly avoided looking at anything resembling the news. Started laying out the plans for the garden. I'd bought everything over the course of the week and it was looking like a great day to...

Yeah, you can guess what happened next. Freak thunderstorm. It lasted a good couple of hours over the peak of the day. By the time it cleared, I had spent all my motivation surfing the internet while I waited for it to pass. The sun peeked out, just barely, but not enough to dry up the mud-bath that my garden bed had transformed into.

Next on the list? Well, at least I still had a date. Not having to clean myself up after a day of gardening made that easier to prep for. I spent some extra time, trimmed by beard neatly with scissors, styled my hair. Sasha was a special lady and I would try to make it a special night. Just as I was testing my look in the mirror, an angel came crashing through my bedroom ceiling.

Some days, I swear.