That's never a good sign, Deer.

Are you still in the States?
This morning, I missed my usual bus by about a minute

, so I had to wait for another bus and then take the Metro to work. While waiting for the train, I stepped in a wad of neon-blue gum, and then stepped on the hem of my pants (they're a little long...). And I was a half-hour late to work, but I don't think anybody noticed since: a) Travelin' Guy is on vacation this week; b) the other partner I work for is in New York; and c) I've got my work e-mail on my phone, so I was able to field stuff on my way in.
The day has been a little better since then...