When Kyrce and I started out on the road this morning, Kyrce looked at me and said, "You look happy."
I mulled this over in my head for a second and nodded, "Yeah, I guess I am happy!"
And not just because this was Friday, though I must say that probably helped.
We stopped at the Citgo and they had Kyrce's favorite Winter Blend and my favorite French Toast blend. This, too, was a good sign.
The morning at work passed uneventfully for me. However, someone with a neighboring office who will remain nameless - and no, it was not Kyrce or Wayne - left his laptop at home. You may think this is a unique incident; however, someone else I know - and no, it was not Kyrce - also left his laptop at home once...This is one of those issues in the 21st century that kills me. It's like leaving your homework at home. When you are a kid, you tend to think that this is an issue relative to childhood. Parents don't forget things. Parents yell at you for forgetting things. So, there are two things that strike me as funny as an adult:
At this point, I still was considering it a good day. Unfortunately, this sensation was not to persist.
What transpired between now and bed time is not worth recording. In fact, most of it I would like to forget. At the end of the day, I tried to think of what had transpired which could be thought of as redemptive.
The conclusion was that 39 days had transpired since the start of the New Year and although many of those days had been far from 'perfect', none of them had been days I would have done without. None of them had been truly 'bad' days.
Now, I'm not a mathematician. This is mostly from a misguided childhood belief that all mathematicians were truly suspicious by nature. Since I could not conceive how anyone would willingly enjoy math enough that they would want to work with it every day over an entire life span, I completely closed myself off to anything that came out of the mouth of a math teacher. Of course, I deeply regret this nonsense now. But regrets will never suddenly turn me into a mathematician and my aging brain will not make me a mathematician now.
With that said, if my math follows (and it might not) - being that there are 365 days in a year's time, and if I only have a terrible day once every 40, then I will only have ~ 9 terrible days a year. This leaves ~ 356 days which I can consider good. And these statistics aren't so bad! Only 8 more to go this year!
I mulled this over in my head for a second and nodded, "Yeah, I guess I am happy!"
And not just because this was Friday, though I must say that probably helped.
We stopped at the Citgo and they had Kyrce's favorite Winter Blend and my favorite French Toast blend. This, too, was a good sign.
The morning at work passed uneventfully for me. However, someone with a neighboring office who will remain nameless - and no, it was not Kyrce or Wayne - left his laptop at home. You may think this is a unique incident; however, someone else I know - and no, it was not Kyrce - also left his laptop at home once...This is one of those issues in the 21st century that kills me. It's like leaving your homework at home. When you are a kid, you tend to think that this is an issue relative to childhood. Parents don't forget things. Parents yell at you for forgetting things. So, there are two things that strike me as funny as an adult:
- That we live in a time where our computer is mobile and that we can leave it at home (though I guess this would be equatable to my father leaving his briefcase at home.)
- That parents are not perfect. (i.e., we forget things, too.)
At this point, I still was considering it a good day. Unfortunately, this sensation was not to persist.
What transpired between now and bed time is not worth recording. In fact, most of it I would like to forget. At the end of the day, I tried to think of what had transpired which could be thought of as redemptive.
The conclusion was that 39 days had transpired since the start of the New Year and although many of those days had been far from 'perfect', none of them had been days I would have done without. None of them had been truly 'bad' days.
Now, I'm not a mathematician. This is mostly from a misguided childhood belief that all mathematicians were truly suspicious by nature. Since I could not conceive how anyone would willingly enjoy math enough that they would want to work with it every day over an entire life span, I completely closed myself off to anything that came out of the mouth of a math teacher. Of course, I deeply regret this nonsense now. But regrets will never suddenly turn me into a mathematician and my aging brain will not make me a mathematician now.
With that said, if my math follows (and it might not) - being that there are 365 days in a year's time, and if I only have a terrible day once every 40, then I will only have ~ 9 terrible days a year. This leaves ~ 356 days which I can consider good. And these statistics aren't so bad! Only 8 more to go this year!