Dear Diary,
I was disppointed to find out that although it was plugged into the charger, my phone was dead this morning and, therefore, did not wake me up in time for my workout. I guess it matters that the charger was not plugged into the wall.
When I realized I did not have enough time to work out, but still had more time than I needed to get ready for work, I immediately chucked my frustration and began to anticipate actually sitting down to drink my morning coffee while it was still hot. "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" and all that.
On my way to the kitchen to make some fresh coffee, I decided to tidy up the family room, arrange the sofa pillows, and replace the throw over the back of the divan. You know that six-foot, folding craft table which I'd parked behind the sofa recently? The one holding the tray full of little, eensy, tiny pieces of felt I'd cut, along with various shears, pincushions, and threads? It also held the glass jars with dowels in them, the little lid full of wooden beads for making tiny dolls, the two boxes of embroidery thread, the fabric bowl full of specialty threads, all my felt, and a whole-big-bunch of loose and very small paper patterns. Well, it was shoved up so close to the sofa that I had to move it back a few inches to be able to replace the throw.
The thing about that table is...well...I never could get that second leg brace in place properly when I set it up. This morning when I scooted it, the legs on that end collapsed. It is fun to watch children slide down a slide at the playground. It was not so much fun to watch every single thing on that table slide down to one end and then off onto the floor this morning.
I did not work out or have hot coffee this morning, Dear Diary.
But I've had a good day anyway.
Talk to you tomorrow,
Lemonade Lover