5:30 a.m. — Wake up when A.'s alarm goes off. Why? We both reset our alarms for 7:30. A bitch is tired.
4:30 p.m. — We have a brief celebration for our newly promoted partner. She is so smart and works SO hard. I am handed a glass of champagne, but resist drinking it. 8:50 a.m. — We both leave, late. My mom texted to say she's already at work, so I turn on"Cuz I Love You" by Lizzo to get into a better headspace. I pick up a dirty chai from Starbucks and the dry cleaning . I give back the dry cleaner a box of hangers and ten thousand safety pins, which I've been meaning to do for no joke six months. Finally head to work, later than I'd like.11:45 a.m. — A colleague and I grab salads .
7:45 a.m. — I'm out of bed and I take the shaggy beasts for a walk. It's still drizzling, but the grass looks so bright and green. I make coffee, feed the animals, pack my gym bag and two RTR returns, and put on a Ted Baker dress from RTR. The top is white, the skirt is blue windowpane, and the effect is schoolmarm. I'm into it.