Somehow I caught a case of the “Clumsies” this morning. It’s just one of THOSE days where everything falls or drops or spills. I don’t know if there is a cure for the Clumsies, but I have had to mop the floor twice and I’m almost out of paper towels, too. Maybe I just need another copy of coffee?
My father used to say that when you have a bad start like this, you should go back to bed, lie down for a minutes, and then get out of bed on the other side of the bed. I used to say that I’d “gotten out of the wrong side of the bed.” Maybe there is a kernel of truth in that?