I made coffee this morning at work. Two pots. Three actually but we won't talk about the one I spilled. cleaning when the floor is not really visible to you is a futile exercise. Another incredibly petty victory to my credit. Who knows? Perhaps today is the day I get more food in my mouth than on my shirt.
OK, I accept it. This is a Twilight Zone episode. All the appliances in the world are alive and trying to kill me. Even inanimate objects without moving parts seem hostile. (The walls went for me a while ago.) I'm expecting to hear "Get out of here, Finchley!" from the computer any minute now.
Sheesh! to put it succinctly.
Lunch was successful. I followed Cherie to Zesto (it's amazingly easier to navigate that hill when watching where someone else walks). I ate without spilling more than a modicum on my shirt. Note to self: stop ordering things that get dipped in other things... nachos and cheese are OUT!
Altogether an unsuccessful day. Blah. I've got to find new ways to do things. This is not working.