Monday was a perfectly crap day, and then the Cubs happened. It’s all my fault. I locked myself out of the house and my neighbor had to go in through the window. Moments later I stuck the nib from a diabetes testing kit in the heel of my hand, then nearly managed to break my foot keeping the lid from the crock pot from hitting the floor as said cat launched off into the aether.
I went to go lie down and forget about all of that and landed on yet another cat, who knocked my glasses off the nightstand and under the bed.