ed note: this is intended to be happy tale of things just working out for the best. My hatred for a particular morning DJ runs deep, and is often distracting. Please do not allow this to set the tone for the rest of the post. Thank you.
Today, it did not, as I was sitting up in bed and for some reason got the idea that it would be fun to flop back on the bed like a dead fish. Seriously.
I woke up 55 mintues later.
I got ready slowly, and headed for the bus at 8:50. I was kicking around the idea of driving, as I knew the metro would make me 40 minutes late, but driving only 20. Then I figured I'd like to get home fast since I need to make my lunch for tomorrow before going to Heaven. But I didn't want to spend the $8 to park.
I literally stood on the sidewalk, halfway to the bus stop and weighed my options. I turned around, still unsure, and started to walk back towards my car. There, on the sidewalk, a few steps down, was my necklace. Realizing that my decision to drive into work allowed me to retreive the necklace I didn't even realize fell off, I was confident it was the right one.
THEN I got to work and found a free parking spot on the street. Yay.