Calamity. That’s the word of the day.

My day hasn’t exactly been a calamity so far, but that’s a fun word to say. Calamity. Calamity contains the word “calm” – isn’t that ironic?

Didn’t want to wake up this morning, but my clock was built with this function that increases the volume on the radio until you turn it off and it’s really good at making me get the eff up.

Getting out of my car and into work each morning is a calamity. I have six gazillion things to drape on my person – my laptop bag, my purse, my id and my coffee (well, it feels like six gazillion things) and I try to get out of the car with each of them in place. Not always such a good idea. Case in point: today I managed to extricate myself from the car with my laptop on my right shoulder, my purse in my left hand, my coffee in the right and the id clipped to my pocket. Success.

That would be until I got about 20 feet from the building and realized I didn’t have my id. Walked back to the car and found it on my steering wheel.

But at least I still had my coffee.