It’s been Monday all over, all day, and it feels as if entire geological epochs have passed since I woke up this morning. I have 10 more hours to go.
First there were frozen pipes (no kidding). All I can figure is the insulation has slipped or something. So I got out the space heater at 2 a.m. this morning.
I was late.
I’m not sure I even brushed my teeth.
There was no heat in the office.
We are out of coffee.
A colleague “lost” a critically important database file that she had “backed up.” Um no. We had remedial backup lessons.
Last week, I didn’t mail a vitally important document. I have been on the phone groveling for a special dispensation.
But I’m laughing. When the downward spiral of disaster whips into a frenzy, there’s not much you can do but strap in and hang on. I’m not quite amused enough yet to giggle-shout, “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!” but I’m working on it.
As you were. . .