or really, just one major sign.
I think I've shared with y'all (if you didn't know) that I work from my home. I have an office, etc.
So this afternoon I ran to take a shower, thoughts of work transitions, travel next week, what's for dinner tonight, and so on - running through my head. I rushed through my shower, got dressed, put on my shoes to wear around the house (I no longer run around the house barefoot, but that's a different post), let the dogs out, and headed back into my office to work for another hour or so until my BF gets home from work.
I worked for 15 minutes or so, when I heard the dogs do their "let me in" bark, so like any good dog-mom, went to the back door to let them in.
As I got to the door, I had this vague notion that my feet kind felt strange.
That's when I looked down:
yeah, that's right. I totally put on one flip flop, and one slide-on boat shoe.
Please forgive the fat, lily white legs. I thought you might could be kind enough to over look those in exchange for the laughter generated by the fact that it took me over 20 minutes to realize I had these two shoes on my feet.
That's when I knew it was time to take a break...