Stuck in a Furrow

I woke up in a funk this morning. It's s a good thing I don't have roommates or they might be dead. I didn't sleep well and had some odd dreams. Then, the incessent dripping in my bathroom was enough to put me over the edge. No...wait...it isn't so much a drip as a run. The tub faucet runs and the sink taps drip....drip....drip....drip...AHHH. If I had any tools at all in my apartment, I might have gone all Tim the Tool Man and tried to fix it myself, probably with some disasterous results. I burnt my toast, my garbage had leaked and this was all before 7:30am. I should have stayed in bed.

But, all is not lost.

I decided to wear my capalana (traditional African wrap skirt) to work today which makes me think about my trip and although I wish I was back in the hot tropics, it puts a smile on my face here...that and the fact that I'm wearing orange flip flops. Then, I brewed myself the perfect cup of tea...a feat that seems unattainable to me on most days. It never tastes like mom's. I'm enjoying this cup of tea and wish it would last me all day. My first patient is early, which normally drives me insane...I enjoy my "quiet" time but since he is one of my favourite patients, it is all good. He says I remind him of his granddaughter. So sweet. And (Carmen, you'll totally appreciate this!) I found my keyless entry for my car! YIPPEE . I had lost it somewhere between unlocking my door after yoga and getting coffee at Tim's. We even drove back to where I had parked for yoga to find it, but alas, it was not there. I decided to drive to work today, even though it is only a 15 minute walk, because I was pissy and lo and behold, there was the remote on my seat. How we missed it, I will never know.

So things are looking up.

Now, if only my landlord would fix my taps today.....