Failed Red Alert

I had the best of intentions for today's post. There's an oak tree in Washington Square Park that burst full of red leaves over the weekend. I took a photo via Instagram & the headline was going to be Red Alert. That's all. Short, sweet, and bright red. But that photo is stuck in my phone. I can't get it out, and I've done everything except walk back to the very spot and retake the damn photo. We're talking four hours between meetings ... changing my settings ... fussing around with it. Maybe tomorrow. For now I've got to book bikes for spin class and resume normally scheduled programming. And speaking of settings, I'd like a new voicemail system at the office. I really hate the gal that guides me through the prompts. She sounds like a helpless individual, and she talks too much. We would never be friends.