I know that statement isn’t unique. We all have days like that.
Still, the events stole precious time away from me – time that made me forego things on my “to do” list, such as writing a fantastic blog post for this morning.
And I blame it all on the Clydesdales.
Yes, that’s right. Those pesky Budweiser Clydesdales, the very ones used to promote the all-American beer provided an odd ending to my already hectic day.
While driving home after cell phone shopping with my son – a unique experience on its own – I had to take a detour because the Clydesdales were parading down Fairmount Avenue, right smack in the middle of Philadelphia. I have to admit it was a pretty interesting sight, but one that I wasn’t prepared for.
I did my best to circle back to Fairmount Avenue from the detour, since it was the only route I knew home, but ended up so lost that plan didn’t work. I finally made it back to an area that looked sort of familiar, but a typical 25 minute drive took nearly an hour to complete.
Exhausted and frustrated upon arrival home, I went to bed, forgetting about the blog, and a bit annoyed that I had missed Clint Eastwood’s speech at the RNC.
So, it’s 8 a.m. EST on Friday morning and I’m writing this post because my routine is to post on Fridays, and I don’t want to skip the last day of August. Next, I’ll find a video of Eastwood’s speech on the Internet, and feel appreciative that we live in an age where that is possible so quickly.
I’m happy that today began much better than yesterday.