I have spilled a glass of water all over the table and floor, lost a pair of socks just long enough to make me trudge back up the stairs (two flights, mind. They may be comparatively small and only have 13 steps or so apiece, but still; there are two of them) to fetch another after which I inexplicably found the original pair upon trudging back down again, walked into three door frames, sneezed on and off over and over again and at least once actually on someone (an elderly woman; she was not best pleased, but grudgingly accepted my apology before getting out of the way when she saw that another one was already brewing), gotten in God knows how many peoples' way, dropped almost everything I've tried to pick up, sweated so much in the heat that the top I wore to work today fresh from the washing line needs to go back into soak again (as do I, for that matter. I hate this weather) and have just this minute now crossly blown a raspberry at the dog because for some reason he is refusing to wag his tail at me.
...It's 9:59am.
I'm guessing that's too early to go back to bed and call the day a loss, right...?
Afraid to ask how the rest of your day went (*smile*)!
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