Today was one of those days where you wake up at 6:30 AM for no reason and can't fall back asleep, so you're forced to lay there quietly at least until 7:30. Because your bedroom door is squeakier than a field of mice.
And it was one of those days where the bulk of your productivity (applying for two jobs) occurs in the morning and the next big thing you did was wash the dishes after dinner. Sandwiched between those? Two James Bond movies.
Where Cal goes on a bike ride and says he's going to take it easy, and after it's been almost two hours you decide to go looking for him... And then he finally calls you back to say he's on his way.
Where you spend a good portion of your thought-time on how a new fly seems to get into the apartment every day, despite the serial murder of every one of its predecessors.
And where, to top it all off, you decide to drink hot cocoa even though it's hot and humid and the a/c is only in the bedroom... Because cocoa is good regardless.
So all in all, it's been one of those pretty good days.