It’s humid in Minneapolis today, campers…the kind of humidity that you can taste as you inhale, heavy like soup in your lungs. The kind of humidity where my hair instantly spirals into total anarchy…tendrils of ringlet-y frizz halo out all over my head, and the only way to save the situation is just to twist it all up and stab a few bobby pins in it and hope for the best.

I woke up with a horrendous headache this morning, and I’m sitting in my cube debating the merits of more coffee versus more water and Excedrin versus just phoning it in on the whole healthy-eating thing to get a bagel sandwich from Bruegger’s. My eyes are doing that swimmy thing in my head where the whole world has squiggles in the periphery. If I didn’t have a 3pm meeting that I can’t miss, I’d peace the heck out of here and go lie down in bed…air conditioning blasting, blackout shades pulled down, “Frozen” on mute with the screen dimmed while I doze in and out.

I’m going home for dinner tonight and I can’t wait to see my parents and Jonathan. I’ve been promised Brussel sprouts in exchange for helping little bro revamp his LinkedIn, and it’s a good thing, because I happen to have the world’s most carefully put-together LinkedIn. My recruiters when I left EY commented repeatedly on that fact. Leave it to me to master all forms of social media, even the ones I don’t really need to be leveraging right now…

I forgot my umbrella at an event last night, so I set an alarm on my phone to call the place the minute it opens. It’s hilarious to me, this loss of an umbrella, because in Paris I smugly remained the only Schwegwoman who didn’t lose/suffer the theft of an umbrella. For me to forget it in my own neighborhood, basically, is tragicomedy of the first order.

This post is essentially pointless, but I’m feeling rambly and hoping that getting a few words out of my head will take the ache out of it too. This early-June Thursday feels like limbo to me.