I spent the first twenty-five minutes of today searching for an earring I dropped on the floor.
Every Monday is like the start of a week-long blind date for all of us. We don’t know what’s going to show up, whether we’ll get along or if it will end in a smile or a frown.
If this morning was an actual blind date, I would have finished my drink and ordered myself an Uber.
I did manage to find the earring. Which is good because I want to look good for wherever this week takes me.
