One of those days.

Sleepless, restless night.  Rough morning to wake up to.  No breakfast.  Running to the Metra (but you make it).  CTA backed up completely.  Walk to work in 20 degrees.  Stare longingly at the donut truck.  Keep walking.  Order oatmeal in cafeteria.  Fill it with fruit.  Exhausted smile for checkout clerk.  FREE OATMEAL.

I don’t often get immediately rewarded for making these kinds of decisions, and I’ve been feeling totally…  hollow.  So, thanks, Universe.