Not, mind you, that it is unlikely to get worse. But I'm not endorsing any of this day as it has gone so far, a farrago of small frustrations from having so much going on at breakfast that I failed to preload the thermal carafe with hot water and then melted a notch in the handle of one of my good spatulas by using it, propped up on the edge of the skillet, to try to keep a breakfast wrap for Tamara from unrolling.
My own breakfast was cold by the time I got to it and as I sat down at my desk to eat, Tam's cat began to throw up on my bed, where I had left the covers thrown back. Tam was kind enough to deal with that...but once her effort was underway, the cat walked down the hallway and horked just outside the door to the office and that was clearly my job.
Tempers are now short all over (including the cat, who is not at all happy about her tummy) and thus prepared, I sat down to write. Maybe it helps to talk about it.
Update: By the time I got to work, my right knee, which was hurting a little yesterday, had started to swell and hurt like the dickens. Hurts worse if bent. After an hour, I fetched my cane and avoided walking as much as I could. It still hurts. I'm going to try an icepack.
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