It just took one sound to lead to the series of events that went down today, and we’ve only been awake for an hour and 20 minutes. One sound.
The plan was to have a nice breakfast and gently lead a lazy sunday mindset into a mindset to do a bunch of work. Kate waited for me outside, in her car. While I was closing the door to the garage, she honks. That sound, at that moment, set off the day. And No, I do not blame Kate for honking the horn; didn’t see me coming. It’s like a rude awakening from a restful slumber that instantly gets you at the edge of your seat.
That 10am honk put me into a premature, alert state-of-mind; I was very edgy. Like I said, I wanted to gently lead the Lazy Sunday into a Work Day. Had I not been at the edge of my seat during the morning, being receptive to all things happening around me, I would have just lounged while Kate drove us to the spot and meditate over a hot drink while we waited for our orders. Instead, I was watching every dumbasses’ move—from not stopping at stop signs, to driving 15 in a 30 mph downtown.
Kate made one lousy mistake while driving and she mistook my tone of voice as being directed towards her when I was just grumpy from the morons on the road.
I’m not pointing any fingers. It’s just one of those days where everything is screwy and uncoordinated. yet it feels so orchestrated to make our day like shit.
One fucking sound. Now she’s off somewhere, I’m off somewhere and I just want to break expensive fine china at the Governor’s mansion or something. Dammit.