This morning I thought it was Tuesday, it was counting my shirts that got me back on track. Two already worn this week, not one.
I’ve been reading about the train crash in Italy. We were just there, in the north. The crash was in the south. Still, two trains, 100 km/hour each. Head on. Dang.
Frustration level is medium-high this morning. Don’t wanna go to work.
Have a good day!