Monday was great, because I guess it started off differently.

Sam had to drop the car off for servicing at around 7 a.m., so I tagged along. We had bagels and coffee at a totally empty Krispy Kreme store just around the corner, and it was one of those mornings when everything was just right. I never really took a shine to bagels, but the KK house-baked one had a nice crisp exterior with a pillowy soft centre. The avocado was fresh, and the coffee was nice and strong. Traffic was light and the sun was out against an utterly cloudless blue sky.

What could go wrong? Well, nothing really. Or if to does, who gives a fuck right? It’s not personal.

You just do your very best to solve it, get on top of it, put it away.