Mornings are a horrible invention.

Dear future self,

I'm sure you can figure out something to eat, but there's coffee, at least.
There is clean clothing in the blue bag. It's easier than finding almost everything else.
Merge all of the random tote bags into either Bringing To Work or Not Bringing To Work, and grab an extra bag because there will be more random things to tote.
Tonight, I'm going to make a killfile in the work email for that one blowhard. You're welcome.
You're getting to the point in the book you're reading where you're going to need to read most of it in one go, and tonight is not the time for that. Sorry, Nita. Sorry, Kit. The wizardry can resume after we get back home from work, because bawling during lunch is not actually the best life choice.
You're going to want to be early to work because parking and also because mailing.
Hope the headache gets better, but sleep ought to sort it out.