It's 10:30, all the last-minute morning chores that have popped up are resolved, no Crazy Cat Lady is calling me to specify how I should feed her buddies within a millimeter's precision, and there was only one issue in my work in-box, an easily resolved one that actually made me feel smart and competent and happy.

I am relatively calm, unstressed, and mentally uncluttered. At... 10:30 am. There is nothing really stopping me from packing up my laptop, walking out to a cafe in the NOLA sun, and having a quiet and productive work day. Our Guy is even supposed to come by tonight and drop off a 1/2 of a good PNW sativa.

I don't trust any of this. It's too good to be true. I smell conspiracy. *gets on her haunches and watches the horizon warily*

Haha I was right. Everything went bughouse immediately after I posted this. :)

Had a sudden spat with a friend that I think was resolved amiably-- that was totally fine, honestly, it happens and they had a valid frustration...

...and then I sat back down and discovered someone was trying to hack my Twitter account. >____<

I think I got it all sorted. And now I am full of adrenaline, caffeine, and righteous anti-phisher rage. Time to work.