for me.
Current mood: exhausted
Post Script to the Sarah of this Morning Past:
Hello there...I know that you awoke and blessed the fact that it was raining and therefore would not feel guilty for your evening plans not involving the outside..instead, your plans for the day were going to be: go to work, drive home leisurely, perhaps making a pitstop at Trader Joe's for some tofutti ice-cream, do about 3 loads of laundry, have a beer, watch a Netflix, make some dinner...listen to the Red Sox game on the radio. A relaxing, mellow evening at the homefront...perfect.
I can fondly recall you driving to work, a might bit proud of yourself for actually being early, looking over at the Eastbound side of the Mass Pike, those sorry souls going into the city sludged in traffic...sitting forlornly, going no where fast. You snickered a bit I think Past Sarah... happy you were in fact travelling the other way.
While happily, and somewhat tunelessly, you whisteled the theme song to Cagney & Lacey while walking into the store....only to find all the lights were already on and your assistant manager giving you the surprized stare...your world ground to a halt as you slowly and horrifyingly realized your snafu...Yes, yes Morning Sarah....you were in fact scheduled to close...and as the wispy memories of an evening that would never happen began to flit from your soul you also knew that you could not even go home for the next few hours due to the amount of traffic on the pike...(and later the tractor trailer incident that effectively closed down both sides of the Pike for miles and led to traffic nightmares of such epic proprtions it's a damn good thing you, Morning Sarah, had some sense not to attempt to drive back into the city)....
And so you stayed. And 13 1/2 hours later you are home. You still have laundry, you still have to work tomorrow.

I would like to go back in time and smack you upside the head Morning Sarah for not looking at your fucking schedule...

sigh.