"I Got a Feelin'..."

This morning, I woke up around 6:15am. I ate my standard bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, with blueberries, and 1% milk. Then, I brushed my teeth, put on my gym clothes, and went to Work-Out World. One hour and lots of sweat later, I returned home to take a shower.

While I was in the shower, I reflected on my success in willing myself out of the warm, comfortable confines of my bed at 6 o'clock in the morning to go to the gym, not just this morning but for three whole morning in a row. Considering my usual weakness in waking up anytime before 8am, and my prior distaste for vigorous exercise, I was pretty proud of myself.

Next, I managed to get dressed and ready for work in record time. I even found a pair of pants and a top that I was happy with. Usually, I spent about 15 minutes in front of the closet, disapproving of my entire wardrobe, and then I spend another 15 minutes ironing a mediocre outfit. Then, at the last minute, I end up choosing a completely different ensemble to actually wear to the office. By the time I rush out the door, it's 9:02am, and I've still got to drive 10 minutes to work. Oh, and I'm supposed to be there by 9am.

This morning was different, though. I was packing my lunch at 8:50am, and getting ready to head out the door with my work bag, my car keys, and my usual purple, plastic, tumbler-cup full of cranberry juice. Cranberry juice is my coffee. My mornings just aren't complete without it. I glanced in the mirror just before I stepped outside, and I was pleasantly surprised: despite the humidity, I was having a good hair day!

At the car, I put my plastic cup of juice on the roof and fumbled with my keys to unlock the door. I tossed my work bag inside the car, and then spotted my Work-out/Food Diary on the passenger seat. I stretched, grabbed it, tossed it in my work bag, inserted the keys in the ignition, and turned on the radio. The Black-Eyed Peas' new song was playing. "I got a feelin'... that tonight's gonna be a good night." I strapped on my seat belt, smiled, and thought "I feel like today's gonna be a good day."

Then, I backed out of my driveway, took my usual two left-turns, and heard a weird thump noise. I looked out the rear-view mirror just in time to see cranberry juice cascading down my back window and my purple tumbler cup bouncing across the road before getting squashed by a dump truck.

Or maybe it's not going to be such a good day.