Foreshadowing.

This morning I locked the gate, turned around - and dropped my cup of coffee.
Kersplat. Mug goes bounce bounce bounce (it's a plastic commuter mug). Sploosh everywhere. Fortunately none of the coffee got on me; if it had, I think I would have gone back to bed.

I probably should have heeded the omen. I'm feeling under the weather, almost lightly hung over even though I didn't drink last night. Problem is, after investing the time/gas to drive 35 miles to work I don't really want to go home early.

What I'm reading: Maria Snyder, Poison Study