I had some weird dreams last night, nothing that I remember too clearly, but a string of dreams that seemed to be chasing one another into the morning. I wound up oversleeping and didn’t get my early train like I’d planned/hoped.
It wasn’t raining when I left this morning, so I can maybe be forgiven for forgetting my umbrella. But the rain was well underway by lunchtime. I ducked into the local Duane Reade, a couple of blocks from the office, to buy a new umbrella…only to have it break on me the minute I walked out the door. First it wouldn’t stay open, and then the little plastic button that’s supposed to keep it locked open snapped off. I was tempted to go back inside and ask for a refund — it wasn’t expensive, but it was still ten bucks, and it was still raining — but I’d for some reason tossed my receipt in the garbage can just inside the door before I left. I maybe could have still made a case for a refund or exchange — “I was just in here” — but I managed to get the umbrella working, more or less. It won’t win any design awards, and I should probably swap out my regular umbrella for it, but it’s not like it’s being held open with masking tape or anything…yet.
Beyond the rain and the dreams, it was a pretty ordinary Monday. Thank goodness it was actually a Tuesday.