It's shaping up to be one of those days. You know, the kind of day where you wake up at 5:30 to the dog barking (we're dog-sitting). Then the tire is flat on the Land Rover that I drove home on Friday (no lug wrench = pumping up the enormous tire with a bicycle pump). After slamming my thumb in the truck door, it takes me more than an hour to drive 2 miles to work since today is the first day of school. While I'm stuck in traffic, a bus in the on-coming lane is being chauffeured by a misogynistic jerk who harasses me in broken English. Part of me wants to slug him, the other part wants to correct his grammar. Then I get to the office and find this in my google alerts.
Lord God, give me the patience to get through the rest of this day/week/year.
This afternoon, I start an intensive 30-hour advanced Creole class. I'm a little nervous. Ben has been sick all weekend (although he suddenly felt okay enough to make homemade pasta last night :)) and we've had virtually no electricity for the past week and 1/2.