Let’s see: Slept lousy, compounded by someone turning and leaving on the downstairs bathroom’s ceiling fan (which is right below my bedroom) during the night. Nearly-cold shower. Misgauged the weather, so didn’t dress warmly enough. Forgot to grab leftovers for lunch. My pathway from the Hillsboro Airport MAX station to work consisted mostly of deep puddles and mud. Just as I approached the Starbucks, the wind and rain came up, so no breakfast for me because I can’t carry a cup of cocoa, a sandwich and manage my umbrella, at least not without growing two spare hands or a prehensile tail. Unfurled umbrella to discover that the wind was stronger than expected, requiring two hands just to keep the thing pointed the right direction. It was all for naught, because one good gust of wind snapped the umbrella’s struts, right in my face. So I walked the rest of the way to work in the wind and rain, cold, wet, tired, hungry and angry. And since I’m the first (and only) person into the office, I can’t even duck next door to the 7-11 for something to snack on. If nobody gets here before 8 o’clock, I won’t get to eat until lunchtime.

So. Hopefully your morning’s better than mine.