I have a Dilbert desk calendar at work — a Christmas gift from my boss, so I think I’m safe on that front — and today’s exchange between Ratbert and Dilbert went as follows:
Today you will wear clothes you don’t want to wear.
You’ll drive somewhere you don’t want to be, and do things you don’t want to do.
Have a nice day.
And that pretty much was my day, a lot less fun that my day off from work yesterday. I didn’t sleep terrifically well last night, and this morning I overslept and then missed my train, so I worked through most of my lunch hour to make up for it. And then, coming home, it started to pour rain when I was a block from home without my umbrella. Well, okay, I had my umbrella, but it was in my bag…and, okay, you could look at the “a block from home” as a positive, since I didn’t get too soaked. And it’s not like it’s cold out or anything, where the rain is freezing and miserable. And…hey, wasn’t I grousing about my day here just a minute ago?
At least I have the benefit of knowing that this Monday was actually a Tuesday. That’s almost always my favorite part of a three-day weekend.
Was supposed to rain here this afternoon, but no rain was to be had. Which was nice, actually. It’s had a nasty habit of turning into snow lately.