Woke up a bit earlier this morning to try to get to work earlier. It didn't really help. Venus-- the cat who loves dancing on the edge of the tub and licking drips while you take a shower-- stepped on my razor. Her poor little paw was cut and left little bloody tracks around the bathroom. Erik held her, and I put neosporin and a bandaid on her paw. It sure sounds silly, but it worked for long enough to stop the bleeding.
Yoga at work, acupuncture, a few bike mishaps before riding twelve miles-- trying to catch up to people, too late.