Yesterday was one of those days. The days where you fall back asleep on top of your phone (aka alarm), have a weird dream and are late for work. Where the coffee in the work machine tastes like tar-mud no matter how much sugar and organic half-and-half you add. When you are wearing a cute outfit but you just feel uncomfortable.
So at 11:55, I declared a mulligan. I packed up my stuff and I went home for lunch where, miracle of miracles, Adam had just prepared a full pot of coffee. I downed half the pot, changed into blue jeans and two sweaters (we’re facing Winter Storm Q here!) and worked on a new trick with Torbin (he’s learning to dance on two legs!). After a lunch of leftovers and kisses, I went back to work comfortable, caffeinated, and ready to take on the rest of the day.
Life lesson for the day: It’s never too late to start your day over. To bad-day mulligans - skål!