I put soy sauce in my smoothie, thinking it was Flax seed oil. I dropped my copy of Franny and Zooey in the tub. I locked myself out. Again. I got a parking ticket for not curbing my wheels, even though I wasn’t parked on a hill? It’s been one of those days.
By which I mean fraught with problems so minute they don’t even register on Maslow’s Hierarchy of human need. I totally have an apartment and health insurance. So. Pretty decent day.