I just finished tidying up and finishing a light breakfast. The is no ambient media playing, no music, TV, radio, or podcast playing. The sounds of birds chirping are blowing in on the waves of fresh air. Mr The Kitty is trotting around from open window to open window. I wonder, how strange it is for a little guy like him to live in this sad and quiet 9 to 5 day. I’m typing because I need some sense of my workday. In a perverse way, I kinda miss the structure of meetings and scheduling.

Last Friday, April 7th, I was in a spinout accident. I started to hydroplane and flipped my way to the shoulder of the highway. I was not injured and the body of my car wasn’t affected. I had to replace my wheels and tires. As it does often in April, it rained this morning. Thinking that i wasn’t going to be affected by this ‘accident’ I’d drive like I normally would. I passed the location on the highway where I spun out with no trouble, but the rest of my commute was driven with care. All the while, driving five miles under the speed limit I felt as if I was having a cartoon moment. The bad-ass devil dressed in a fitted black casual jacket and dark jeans told me “You are such a pussy and you’re letting this spinout get to you”, while the nerdy preppy angel dressed in pastels told me “This is good, you’re learning from this experience. I’m glad you’re taking it slow”

I hate the rain… I hate driving… I hate driving in the rain…

Hooray! Warm weather is here!

I decided to celebrate the good weather by donning shorts and flip-flops. So as not to appear ashen, I had to moisturize those areas of my body that business casual atire covers up.

The lotion in the medicine cabinet was empty and I had a bottle of coconut lotion in the trash. Long story short, the toiletry rack was nudged and the container of newly purchased coconut lotion fell to the floor and cracked. Wonderful, I thought, I can put this to good use. I thought I’d refill the empty bottle with the contents of the cracked bottle.

There wasn’t a Lucy and Ethel momemnt, there was not comical lotion mishap, nor a mess. As I watched the creamy, coconut scented lotion pour from one container into the other, I became inspired. I could not stop thinking of the yogurt in the refrigerator. After a half-assed moisturizing, I tore into the refrigerator like Billie Holiday did to her medicine cabinet…
Lessons learned from this:

moisturize, especially if you have a dark complexion

eat before handling coconut lotion

whipped yogurt is bullshit