you realise how organised you are (or aren’t) and how your week will subsequently flow (or unravel).
you must acknowledge that not leaving the house until 7.46am is not a good sign of a good week to follow.
you know that ironing sucks but even though you hadn’t wanted to do it on Sunday night, no matter how late it was, you still should have.
You decide that starting the week on a night of maybe 4.5hours of broken sleep is not really that nice, nor that encouraging when you’re half an hour late into work, but throwing a large skim mocha in on top of that mix is just downright ugly. I think it took about three hours for the caffeine addled anxiety to wear off. Sort of.
That daylight savings being changed for MELBOURNE and SPORT is really really STUPID and SUCKVILLE. Outlook had a meltdown over it, IT sent out an explanation about what they were doing to fix it and what we needed to do that was so convoluted my brain started bleeding out my ears an then it all seemed find. Something to do with a patch which I insist on calling a badge and revealing just how little I care for how my computer works, just so long as it does.
the week stretches out before you like a long hard beach walk in soft sand.