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This morning I woke up to find that someone ate my butternut squash soup.
I didn’t get mad.
Just before I found the discarded can and empty bowl, I woke up with only what I could call an epiphany - the kind that you get when you’re thinking, teetering between sleeping and waking.
I’m not just ready to say what said epiphany is… but it has solidified that I am crazy.
This epiphany is on par with my dream of penguins sliding down the spiral ramp of the Gugenheim a la “Band of Outsiders”.
From this epiphany, I cracked the code on a random project we have been trying to figure out at work… or so I think.
All of this, before 8am.
In addition, the culprit who ate the soup told me the night before that I am “seriously one of the coolest people” he knows. So I forgive him.
It was a good day, all before 8am.
I didn’t get mad.
Just before I found the discarded can and empty bowl, I woke up with only what I could call an epiphany - the kind that you get when you’re thinking, teetering between sleeping and waking.
I’m not just ready to say what said epiphany is… but it has solidified that I am crazy.
This epiphany is on par with my dream of penguins sliding down the spiral ramp of the Gugenheim a la “Band of Outsiders”.
From this epiphany, I cracked the code on a random project we have been trying to figure out at work… or so I think.
All of this, before 8am.
In addition, the culprit who ate the soup told me the night before that I am “seriously one of the coolest people” he knows. So I forgive him.
It was a good day, all before 8am.