Post #3046020

Ah, good. The old dog, who ate too much and vomited a few pieces back up, has cleaned up the mess before I could get to it. Not surprising, considering the pace at which I'm moving this morning. There are occasional mornings when I stop myself just short of dumping a teaspoon of salt into my tea (and yes, some days when I don't catch it in time). That's a good indicator of how the day will go. Today's 'first' - mug in hand, loaded with water to be heated, I head vaguely in the direction of the electric kettle. Lift the lid, bring the mug up to pour, and notice it's the food-scrap recycling bin. My world is in chaos.