When the Rapture visits my hometown, I don't imagine I'm going to look back and regret premarital sex or bearing ill will against my rude, perma-stoned upstairs neighbors with their elephantine footfall.
No, I'm going to ask forgiveness for days like Tuesday:
-wasted 8-10 AM coping with MOES (good) by tossing every article of my 2002-era business casual wardrobe hither and yon until I could no longer locate my shoes (bad)
-spent MUNI commute time looking for shoes, resulting in pathetic two-mile drive to and from office, and subsequent $17 parking charge
-missed breakfast, forgot to pack lunch, and left tupperware, travel mug and water bottle at home, resulting in day-long trail of Takeaway Guilt
-missed yoga class, thus requiring copious amounts of Sauvignon Blanc to induce relaxation
These are the kinds of days that drive me bonkers. Had I just taken a little time to think ahead and plan ahead, I could've saved a lot of time, energy, fossil fuels, resources, money, bloating and under-eye baggage.
We need a catchphrase for the time it takes to act sustainably. Catchphrases solve everything.
Suggestions welcome.
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