Did you ever have one of those days when everything seems to be just a tad to the right of center? It's not that everything is going wrong, just that everything is a bit out of sinc. Nothing is really wrong, but nothing is really right either. It's been one of those days for me today.
It started this morning when I forgot to put on my "patch" before getting dressed. The patch is one of those transdermal medicine things that gives a steady stream of PD medication during the day. I was only an hour off schedule which is insignificant unless you are a stickler for schedules like I am. That started me off on the crooked trail through the day.
I ran out of orange juice at breakfast and in dealing with that I forgot to take my vitamins. So before the day is done I will probably come down with scurvy or something like that.
I then drove to the hardware store and hit every red light along the way. Then the store had what I came for, but it had been moved to another part of the store so I had to search for it. I even had to ask for help and we all know that men don't do that. It's like asking for directions. Then I went to pay for it and I needed three lousy pennies in change, which I of course didn't have, so I had to break a ten dollar bill. Not earth shattering, I know, but irritating none the less.
Then I stopped at the library only to find that I left my library card at home. They can access the card information in the computer system, but I was embarrassed for my negligence.
I swung over to the grocery store on the way home to get some orange juice (see above) and some bananas, but the bananas were all overly ripe. So I had to go to a different store. In the parking lot all the handicap spaces were taken so I had to walk all the way across the lot. I'm having a slow day physically as it is and that didn't help. Besides, its cold and windy and I'm a sissy. I want to park close, but all those other cripples beat me to it.
I got home and realized that I had forgotten to run the diswasher after breakfast, so now the cycle won't be done before we leave for the weekend. Who cares? I do. I hate leaving knowing that when I get back I will have to empty the dishwasher. I know, stupid. And I haven't gotten around to cleaning the kitchen as per Mary's instructions (it's right there on the list she left me this morning) yet, so she will be pissed at me when she gets home.
I think I will go take a nap. Or at least try to. I probably won't be able to sleep anyway. Is it tomorrow yet?