My day was the socio-emotional equivalent of coming home from the vacation of a lifetime and discovering that five minutes after you left your house two weeks prior, the sewer backed up and exploded the toilet in your finished basement, coating your house in a rancid curtain of molds and feces from the entire neighborhood. And it's July.

Do you? Really?

Puckies. My morning started by getting up early, getting out of the house early so I could reward myself with a latte...and ended with me going to work AFTER I co-discovered and reported a dead body.

So there. Nyah.

Seriously. I got out of the house early so I could go get a latte from the stand across from my place, and as I'm in line with this same guy I see every Thursday, we look out and see a forlorn looking figure huddled near the garbage bins next to the Mexican restaurant.

"He doesn't look so good," I observe.

"Maybe he's just sleeping," he countered.

"I think if he was asleep, he'd have a blanket. It's FREEZING," I shook my head.

"I think you're right. I'm gonna check on him," he offered.

"Um. Be careful. I see him around here a lot, and I think he does drugs or something," I cautioned.

"Right," he agreed...before he walked up and poked him.

The man was one of the usual homeless from my neighborhood, and he was deceased.

So after a brief conversation with the Everett police, I went on to work.

Sans latte.

So that was my morning. It can only go up from here.