Today did not start out well. I had a 9am meeting (that’s 6am for me), which is never a good start, even if the meeting goes fine (like this one did). John went out for coffee, but he brought me back the wrong drink. I’m sure he ordered the right thing, but what came back was dark, bitter, and thick like mud. Blech. So I made tea, and I discovered that the milk was bad when it poured chunks into my mug. After I managed not to throw up on the counter, I tried again with the new jug of milk – thank goodness I went to the store on Sunday. My third attempt at caffeine was successful.
Then work was weird – a couple of projects aren’t going well, and it’s unsettling. On top of that, my work computer decided to break Outlook, so the last hour of my day was spent IMing with IT while handling conference calls on my phone with no computer support. Not fun.
The day got better. My riding lesson was GREAT. Smooth sailing. I had control of Tigger, and everything just felt easier. Then I walked in the door to the aroma of the brisket I had so thoughtfully put in the oven several hours before. It’s a rainy, slightly chilly evening – perfect for brisket. All weather is perfect for brisket.
The Bunny Butcher
“All weather is perfect for brisket.” The Family Motto.