… my mother telling me that my aunt with Alzheimer’s has taken to referring to her air conditioning as “the refrigerated radiator,” which is, I think, going to catch on in our private lexicon

… my giant idiot cat eating a rose and then thinking better of it, resulting in flowery spew all over my office

… my realization that all the cement contractors in Portland have incomprehensible accents

… my potentially having to pay a client $5000 for something that isn’t entirely my fault, but if it goes to court the judge will nail me because judges hate realtors

… my making the mistake of giving a critique to a friend who sent me a chapter of his novel, only to be told that “the people at Harvard” didn’t share my criticism, and that he would “take some consolation” from that fact

… my mild annoyance at being rudely awakened from an interesting dream by my clock radio playing a song I hate