Getsuyoubaka. Idiot Monday.
Today hasn't even broken 9 a.m. and already I want to go back home and hide under the covers until any day that isn't today arrives.
It started with just being close to bone dead tired from all of the walking and running I did yesterday. The water ban for the greater Boston area is still in effect, so I didn't pack anything that involved cleaning utensils (though honestly, my hubby packed for me, which was a great thing).
I waited for the bus and then realized that I had forgotten to put my T pass back in my wallet after yesterday's run on the Minuteman Bike Path. I went home, got my pass and went back where I ran to catch the bus. Huzzah!
I got on the T at Quincy Center and reached into my bag to get out something to read. Inside my bag, the magazine and catalogs apparently cut open the yogurt and I had blueberry yogurt all over my bag, and by association my hands and some of my clothing. I pretty much stood on the train trying not to move, so I wouldn't make it worse.
I had to throw away the magazine. My latest IK was so saturated with yogurt that I couldn't do anything about it. The book I was borrowing from my husband was fine. My sock books? Well, one of them needed blueberry yogurt wiped from the cover. The other one has it on some of the pages and might need to be replaced as well. The bag that had my knitting project was completely soiled (it was just a plastic bag) and needed to be thrown away, though the project itself was fine. Thankfully my workout clothing and electronics were in exterior pockets and were fine.
I still have some yogurt on my hands even though I've washed them twice, and I'm just hoping that the rest of the day goes better. It's just a horrible way to start a Monday.
