Reasonable expectations

It was the kind of day where I decided if I didn't find a dead fly when I went to reheat the leftover coffee*, that'd be good enough.

And I didn't, so that's cool.

And in fact, other things have worked out such that the fly thing is now but a vaguely pleasant memory, which is even better.


* That actually happens considerably more often than I feel it should, given that we rarely have flies anywhere but in the leftover coffee.