Goofus and Gallant

I have two kinds of work days. The first one, the Yay Day, is where I get up on time (yay!), have a shower, choose my clothes carefully, make coffee and drink some before getting in the car, feed the cats, toodle down the highway to my office, kiss John goodbye, and go to work. The other kind, the Yow Day, is where I get up five minutes before I'm supposed to walk out the door (yow!), hurl cat food in the direction of the cat bowl, wear something randomly grabbed out of the closet, dash out to the car, dash back to get my purse, drive like a maniac down the highway, babble at John as I'm hurtling out of the car, and go to work.

Most of my work days are Yow Days. I'm never late, only almost late. Fortunately, I don't feel like I get off to a wrong start on a Yow Day. I just have to buy my coffee at the Konditorei Coffee Shop, and I'm dressed kinda weird. No biggie. Something about mornings just seems wrong; I've never liked them and I'd sleep through them if I could. On Saturdays, I frequently do. Morning people, you're welcome to them. On the other hand, I mildly resent the early darkness of the winter months. I like to do things while it's still light out, once I've had a chance to wake up properly (you know, four or five hours and two cups of coffee and I'm ready to rock). It's such a drag to see night fall while you've still got two hours of work left.

Today was an Yay Day, as it happens. I wore an attractive navy and sand ensemble with gold accessories. Accessories are only possible on Yay Days, of course, since I never have time to locate matching shoes, let alone earrings, on Yow Days. Work was unrelenting and periodically amusing. When the bosses left early to go to the big football game in the city, we all cheered and took off promptly at 5:30 (a whole half an hour early for me, woohoo!). It wasn't light out but the sky was still dark blue instead of black, and that made everything seem extra special. I had a second chiropractic session which was marginally less New Age-y than the first one, then wandered over to the enormous Borders bookstore where I positively wallowed among the art books. John met up with me and we had sushi for dinner. After that, we went home and I walked the dog, checked my email, entertained the cats, and am writing this entry before an early bed time. A perfect sort of day all around. Such a pity it only happens once a week or so.

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