Started the day off with my espresso machine.
Then moved to pushing/pulling/flipping a limp, falic looking punching bag around in my own sweat.
Then it was time to dodge stoplight/stop sign runners while retrieving my long lost phone from home.
Finally, work… where horns honk, lights flicker, and its just me and the Macbook Pro.
Yep, it is the journey that counts… perhaps more so than the end result.