Monday

So, that's how I felt today, until a few minutes to 4pm.
- I went to be too late.
- I slept badly and dreamt even worse.
- When I looked at my phone in the morning, it said something about it being 2°C outside.
- When I switched on my computer to sign up for an exam, I found that the exam date doesn't exist. I get nasty visions of the exam having taken place last week, with me being completely unaware.
- Because of that stupid shock, I ran out of time to eat breakfast.
- Before I dared go outside, I donned a wollen scarf, hat and mittens. A week ago, some girls were still running around in those really short shorts.
- My morning lecture, which I rushed to like a mad thing on a blue blur, started with the lecturer taking 15 minutes to get his power point stuff to work. Should have eaten breakfast instead of rushing there...
- When I went outside to go to work, it had started raining as well.
- At work, lots of emails of disgruntled coworkes not happy with how things are currently run. I agree, but then, I'm pretty sure my contract won't be prolonged *again*this winter, so my general attitude towards the whole thing is a bit philosophical anyway.
- I down two cups of coffee (something that I usually never do. Never ever.) and it doesn't help at all.
- Work ends, and I miserably phone my boyfriend, and complain, and it doesn't help either.
- I drive back to uni and tell my friend who works there that the best thing, or rather the only good thing, about the day certainly is my blue scarf, and nothing else.

So, I feel all sad and miserable and mistreated by fate and the weather.
And suddenly, things got better.
A colleague walked past the two of us commiserating, and invited us to a tea party.
I went to my afternoon lecture, and it turns out we'll be spending the semester analysing films. Yay!
I get out of my lecture, and I learn that it's not just a tea party, but a tea tasting. With scones and sandwiches and cake. And - as one glance into the meeting room reveals - lots and lots and LOTS of teas to try.
The rest of the evening turns into a happy blur of hot beverages and scones with jam and exchanged stories.
And then I come home and there's a hot shower and cuddles waiting for me, too.
What more can I say?
Karmic rebalancing at its best.