The contractor had come by last Friday and Saturday to start removing the plaster ceiling in the garage and the garage door, nothing too exciting. The real construction was to start on Monday. The normal anxiety of the weekend ending was subsided by some excitement of the project officially starting.
Oh Monday. My morning began with a few minor mishaps right before leaving the house...I poured cold water into my tea (I forgot to turn the tea kettle on after I filled it with water). As a side note, I use Teavana's amazing loose leaf tea blends so couldn't exactly reuse the tea after this mistake. Anyways, after patiently waiting for the water to boil, steeping my tea, and transferring to my travel mug, I knocked the mug over and spilt the tea everywhere. We laughed as we quickly cleaned up the mess and darted out the door (sans Monday morning caffeine fix). Nick dropped me off at the subway station and wished me a good day, I laughed as I joked that it could only get better from here. (But really, I don't like to complain and always try to cease the day while appreciating how lucky I am so I try to always be consciously grateful, for many things but life in general. I like to think of myself as one of those "smile, smell the roses" kind of people because really what's there not to be happy about?!!). Anyways sorry for the side rant but spilling my tea was not the end of my day and I didn't huff and puff into work to announce to the office about my horrible, no good, very bad day. Nonetheless, in my terms it seemed to be "one of those days".
