buenos dias I spilt my coffee everywhere (kitchen tops, walls, floor) then dropped the container with my lunch that I wanted to take to the office. splash all over the kitchen. and I had just mopped up the coffee and dealt with the mop itself.
so more cleaning, just more complex than simple coffee mopping (you cannot mop up potatoes, peppers, tomatoes and onions baked with some sour cream, trust me). then I realized I was late, still had not had my morning ritual of a couple of pages of a book with my coffee, had not eaten anything, needed to wash the dishes, and search for my phone. grumpy left the building into a warm morning of sunshine, running down the stairs I almost fell and skipped a step. so downhill I fell into skipping rhythm. physically liberating, shaking my legs. and the trees are green (they always are), the guard dog in front of a house, a sturdy boxer, sniffed my hand like every morning. and I was in a t-shirt with the warm air on my arms.
oh, and I spilt the coffee without milk foam, and the kitchen needed to be cleaned anyway.
I arrived at the office smiling.  ¶ 10:55 PM