Killed it in the gym, showered and then had a leisurely lunch with Rachel. Got home and my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. It was one of our managers from CPK asking why I wasn't at work yet. I misread my schedule and thought I worked in the evening. I sprang from the bed, dressed for work and made it to Weho in record time but was still an hour late for work. Always, always, always check your to do list. Finished Thank You cards, gonna read my Entertainment Weekly and organize some taxes. And this feels normal to me strangely. Until tomorrow.
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