Had a good day yesterday. Tried extra hard to get things done and am slowly getting somewhere. I've been cleaning and taking care of piles of things that I wasn't able to get to while I was sick over Christmas. I washed & folded piles of dirty laundry. I sent in an application for my passport, went for a long walk with a friend, stopped by the grocery store, came home and started making dinner.
I felt pretty good like I had finally had a day or two where I am actually functioning and getting something done. As I pulled out the groceries and started to cook I basked in the successfulness of my day and felt very confident and proud of myself. All was well until I went to put something in my pocket.
That's when I realized my super successful day was executed in inside out pants.