Not my day! My glasses, nestled in a pocket, got lost on the trip from the house to the post office. Whilst retracing my steps, yet another thing flew off of my bag. I noticed it this time, and as I stopped to collect it, what did I find? My glasses! Perhaps my day after all.

That was a rather uninteresting story, but just goes to show the quietness of the week, and how moments of blind luck, good and bad, intertwine.

I accidentally bought two burritos for myself at two different places, having forgotten by the time that I reached the second place that I already had one in my messenger bag. I don’t know if I can pull any sort of moral or philosophical point out of that, but at least I got two burritos.