It started with tripping as I got out of bed and hitting my shoulder on the wall.
It became a theme when my coffee mug broke and spilt coffee all over me.
Rush hour traffic was expected, sure, but it still made things worse.
Work was, well, it was work, so it kept everything bubbling along.
Yet more rush hour traffic, yet again expected, although the fender bender causing extra delays was a twist.
And then when I got home, I dropped my key in the dark of my garden.
And then I truly lost it.
Still looking for it.
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