Borrowed from chauceriangirl:
current time: 1:56 p.m. (a word of caution…the tone of this post will go from light hearted to not just after the “feeling good about” prompt, so…be forewarned
in my mug: Just a little bit of tea that I need to finish
in my belly: a bite size Butterfingers and most of that cup of tea
in my ears: besides the ringing, I hear folks talking in the conference room next to my office
in my bag: I just switched bags this morning (thanks, Michelle!). in it are the following: iPad and cover, two pens, 2 lips glosses, 3 zipped pouches (containing various and sundry things), a Coach wristlet, small camera, checks, coupons, wipes, brush, hand lotion, aleve, tissues, gum, mints, anti-bacterial goop, and a doggy poop bag.
feeling good about: I’m sure there’s something but it’s just not coming to mind right now because mostly I’m…
feeling bummed about: the fact that Cindy lost her husband Chris this morning, a scant month after his diagnosis of Poorly Differentiated Adenocarcenoma…fucking cancer. God damn fucking cancer. [AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE--that's the scream I want SO BADLY to let loose right here, right now, to echo the hallways at work but...I can't. Soon, in the car, on the way home. Better believe it!!!]
thinking about: how life can change in the blink of an eye
Used my iPhone to take this shot this morning on the way to work…the somberness of it struck a chord…although at the time, I did not know why.