Today has been one of those days where I feel like its “my day”, and then other times when I really know its not.

Good day at work, today’s my day. Get home and deal with the IRS and landlord, not my day. Find a potentially easier way to deal with the IRS, today’s my day. “Leave your name and number at the beep”, not my day. Remember that I started thawing some chicken breasts for a good dinner, today’s my day. Find out said chicken could still be used for doorstops, not my day. Go to the store and find steaks on sale, today’s my day. Forget half of what I went for, not my day. Salvation Army guy getting down with the bell ringing/christmas carol singing, could be my day. Get to my car and its raining harder, not my day. Get all the groceries out of the trunk in one grab under my nice dry carport, today’s my day. realize that my back step is a puddle fed by a steady stream right in front of the door, not my day.

So regardless, I’m ready to crash, but I’ve got steaks frying (yes, FRYING!), and they smell so good. Okay, too much smoke, the smoke alarm getting a workout is a distinct possibility. Maybe its not my day.