yes, it is monday.

This morning when it was time to get up I just. couldn't. and had to take an extra snooze. When I had finally showered and dressed and was dealing with breakfast, I splashed coffee on the floor because I wasn't holding the cup steadily enough to keep it from sloshing over the sides - a thing that has happened to me exactly never recently, no matter how tired I was. While I'm eating my cereal, I lose my grip on and drop my spoon. None of this makes a mess or ruins my breakfast or my outfit, but the level of uncoordination is comically high.

I'm on the train minding my business when, at the third stop from my house (my office is at the thirteenth), a whole class of third or fourth graders gets on the train and, although they are well behaved, chatter nine-year-oldishly for ten stops before they mercifully disembark and leave us to contemplate our own thoughts in peace. I have seriously seldom been anywhere louder than that train. For a minute or so I thought about getting out and reboarding in a different car, but I knew I wouldn't get a seat and depending on the timing I might even have to wait for the next train (on which I would also not get a seat), so I stayed put. But holy crap.

Sent an e-mail to Himself in which when I went to paste in a link the thing just went ahead and transmitted, so I had to resend with clarification that I hadn't stopped midsentence.

I think I have a full complement of marbles, but just barely, and it's only 11:23 and I'm pretty much ready for this day to be over. Yup.