Started with:

A migraine;
A un-maskable blemish (square in the middle of my forehead, natch);
A strong desire to never leave my covers…

and ended with:

A firm handshake and a new promotion;
A solid 3 mile run;
A salad;
A mudmask;
A new book under those same cozy covers 18 hours later.

Monday, I’d say you’ve turned yourself around quite nicely.