Soooo, there's something askew in the universe. I'm convinced of it.
I've been a bit "off" lately, sad, upset, depressed even. Maybt it is just because I'm still worrying about my sniffily Charles but, nothing seems to be going the way it should. After Chris' train wreck of a day yesterday, i though "how can things get much odder than this?"
Well, I guess they can. If his day was a train wreck yesterday then my day today could be described as "trashed". Even though I've been productive today I didn't get ANY of the long list of createive endeavors even started. Just now, I gave up and decided to pull out the trash cans for tomorrow is trash day.
Our regular bin is FULL. Overflowig full. As I am taking it out to the curb, struggling with the heavy can, I lose my balance on the edge of the sidewals and fall - me AND the trash - to the cement. OUCH!
To make matter worse, Chris, sitting just on the other side of the window, doesn't hear the crash nor my scream.
And my back has been feeling so much better lately!
