June 30

I trip on my way down the steps in the garage and spill my cup of coffee down the front of me. I go back into the house and change, so at this point I am running a bit behind but I think that I still have time go grab a cup of coffee in a drive through. I hop into the car and hurriedly make it to McDonalds to find a line that looks like a snake wrapping itself around the building. Forget the coffee I can get some when I get to work. Back into the line of cars we go moving like a snail towards our destinations. I cannot seem to make a green light this morning for anything. The pace of the snail picks up a bit as we move almost in unison. Finally at work and I am looking for a good spot to park, found one not to far from the door. On the way in I drop my purse and it seemed like slow motion as it tumbled through the air and crashed onto the ground. The contents went everywhere as though a bomb exploded. Just as I finish picking up my purse, I sling it back up onto my shoulder and the strap on it breaks and down it goes again, pouring the contents back out onto the ground. Once again I gather up the contents. By the time I get to my desk I am late. All I can think about it getting a cup of coffee. My boss walks by my desk and plops down a stack of papers on it and with an exasperated comment tells me he needs all of the reports done before the end of the day. I glance at the coffee maker on the counter and it is empty.