It was a day that saw me rise from an uneven sleep that featured a few too many visits from a restless cat to be considered effective. It was a day that saw me eat the heels of the bread as my toast because no one else in the house would.
It started out strongly as I managed to finish reading a biography on Van Halen–pretty decent, but not a lot of depth. If you want to hear about relentless touring, drugs and alcohol, and sex with groupies, this book is for you. I haven’t had a great year of reading on the bus, but lately, things have been picking up in that regard.
Sleep deprived or not, I had a long day of teaching. I did an okay job, but I was definitely fighting the effects for most of the day. I certainly didn’t mail it in, but I am not sure if I was at my absolute best.
Then I had a long commute home with a mucus cough guy in front of me that also thought the bus floor was a good place for his disgusting germ laden coffee cup. He also proved to be a bit of an obstacle as my girlfriend tried to exit the bus. The look she gave him (death glare does not do it justice) was incredible.
I got home and had some dinner. For dessert, I decided to have a dark chocolate kitkat. I took in a few moments of silence before devouring the bar. .I consider this Today’s Perfect Moment