My first day got off to a rousing start early this morning — way too early — when the phone rings and makes me literally jump out of bed. It’s a guy from some medical company asking if I need another tank of oxygen delivered.
This was either the Universe’s way of telling me to Just Breathe™, or to kick me in the proverbial balls with the most annoying wake-up call ever.
Either way, Universe, you have an evil sense of humor. I like you.
