I started the day by dropping a measuring cup onto a wineglass, causing an explosion of shards all over the kitchen and into the bowl that held two-thirds of the makings of my breakfast. The floor also received a peppering, which meant the dogs came running, thinking the sound meant GOOD THINGS TO EAT.
As I was pre-caffeinated, the entire thing just made me even more tired.
Add to that a ton of work, the Little Prince not leaving for school on time AND deciding to try to sneak something he shouldn’t take with him into his backpack, a bulldog who has suddenly decided his amorous overtures are not confined to the Aussie, the cats, or the couch but are now indiscriminate, the fact that the kids ran out of chocolate milk boxes to take with their lunches and didn’t tell me, and and and…
…yeah. I’ll be over here swearing sotto voce as I type for a couple hours, don’t mind me. Instead, go read Maureen Johnson’s marvelous piece on dealing with anxiety. Tomorrow I’ll post the cover for Agent Zero; that will give me something to look forward to.
*wanders off muttering*