When I went to bed last night, I had plans for the day. Grand plans. When I woke up, circumstances have dictated that my day is going to be different than I planned. Here's how it's going so far:
Intention:
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| Outside Run at the break of dawn. |
Reality:
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| Treadmill (not that I'm complaining) |
Intention:
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| Breakfast in Bed for the Wife and I. |
Reality:
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| This pretty much says it all. |
Intention:
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| Taking the kids for an outdoor adventure. |
Reality:
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| Who knew 2 kids could house so much snot? |
Intention:
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| Some light reading with my caffeinated friend. |
Reality:
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| Just picture a mucus-y 6 year old instead of a fat baby. |
.... and it's not even 11am yet.
I know that occasionally, hiccups develop on the road of life.
For some reason, today feels like full-on hurling instead.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Thank God for coffee.
Later.
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