It's Monday.
It's raining.
My allergies are in over-drive because of the rain AND because I spent six hours yesterday afternoon helping a friend pack up her and her husband's apartment because they have a black mould problem.
I had to manoeuvre pantyhose this morning because I'm wearing a skirt and blazer because I have all day meetings at the state capitol.
We ran out of half-and-half as I was pouring it in my coffee this morning.
My meetings will go until at least 7 p.m. because of a networking reception. (But I think there's booze, so that's exciting.)
Could I have a do-over on Monday, please?
I'm gonna go with 'not my circus, not my monkeys.'