Monday did not begin auspiciously. In fact it was one of those mornings that felt like my body was in revolt against me, or if not trying for a coup d'etat, then at least a number of practical jokes. I woke up and my jaw was sore - apparently I slept on my jaw wrong. Who does that? Me. Closing my mouth properly that morning I felt an ache like I had pulled the muscle.
Then I managed to knock over a plant with the blanket I had wrapped around myself. When it is chilly in the apartment, I tend to wear the multicolored Mexican blanket I bought in California (was it Philadelphia?) even though it makes me look like Sun Ra. I stood to get more coffee, wrapped the blanket around myself, something I've done countless times though this time I managed to knock a plant over on the floor, spilling the dirt it needs to live everywhere. While in the process of sweeping up the dirt, I knocked over my glass of water, which meant I had to quickly scramble and clean up the puddle of water before it mixed with the dirt and made mud on my living room floor.
So when I heard back from a someone who had interviewed me for a job, I was not entirely optimistic. It was that kind of day and I had not heard from this person since sending my salary request almost a week previous.
But they offered me a job, and now my jaw hurts much less than before.