I had stuff scheduled from 10AM to 11PM on Sunday, including another hour of reg desk at 11AM, to the point where I wasn’t sure if I’d make it to either Sunday Market or the Fan Fund Auction, both of which were things that I wanted to recklessly hurl money at. What I had planned and what I actually did ended up being quite different.
I started by waking up at 8, entirely by accident, and actually feeling refreshed and awake. I was confused and suspicious, because that made no sense. I don’t have good mornings. It’s a thing. So I got up, showered, got dressed, gathered up the cash from the previous night’s dinner, and went out for a hot breakfast (okay… okay… McDonalds). Went down to my bank branch on Elizabeth Street that does cash-in deposits now and tipped in the bag of coins from the dinner then fed in the notes, except for what I’d told myself I could spend. Coin deposit machines are deeply satisfying things and I hope they think kindly of me come the robot uprising.
Then I went back to the hotel.