What's Eating Merita Bread?

The day was dragging by...
I awoke still sick with cold and dressed slowly. I couldn't feel comfortable in anything I put on, but settled for old jeans, sneakers, and a raglan tee. I threw a pre-made sandwich in my bag, poured a glass of tea and trudged out the door and down thirty-eight stairs.

I spent three hours with my first Special Needs client, then picked up my second. We grabbed the usual Chic-Fil-A and went shopping for Blue Blue nail polish.

"Do you think this is Blue or Blue Blue?"
"That is definitely a Blue Blue."
"I don't know...it looks kind of Blue to me."
"That is the Bluest Blue nail polish I've ever seen."

And that was my day. And this is my life. It goes on and on. Zero romance. Zero adventure. Blue Blue nail polish and fast food.