The basket of little candy bits was missing today. Where is my reward? Is it gone because too many people came thru the office looking for sustenance? A health craze? Heaven forbid, the cancer patient needs to eat healthy. Do I now need to bring my own? Don’t they understand that it really is the little things, right now, that help keep sanity on the rise?

I want my candy treat.

Yesterday, I was a walking disaster. Things took it upon themselves to drop, fall, slid, and just run away from me. I caught a box eyeing my shins. Keys fell out of the car unto the pavement. Drinks actually bounced on the floor. Made for spectacular arcs of color across the kitchen walls. Lids landed icky-side down every time. It was getting to be very disturbing.

So far today, it’s only been the missing chocolate fix.