For some reason, the urge to put a plop of almond milk sweetener in this once perfect and untouched coffee has thrown me off this morning.
It isn’t the normal start I am accustomed to.
Yet here I am typing away and carrying on with the July 2nd that I must say looks oddly similar to the “Canada Day” we had yesterday. Maybe gloom should be a sure add when putting together the word bank to describe, pardon my language, 2020.
Maybe.
Maybe I should just start talking about hockey. Again, this morning has been confusing in its first 132 minutes.