It’s Tuesday morning and I have a cup of black coffee, no socks on my feet and only a faint idea of what the day is going to bring. (A couple of training meetings–that is, me training them–and some web stuff.) I’d rather be starting this day with a greater plan–a hike, maybe, with Ant and his dogs in the rain. Or the promise of a good movie in a small neighborhood theater in the middle of the afternoon. Or maybe a blanket and a good book (I have plenty…). Instead, though, it’s gonna be another trudge, another day at that place called work, another walk through the routine, and another cup of black coffee.