I woke up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, knocked the toothpaste into the wicker basket under the sink, bent to pick it up and cracked my head on the sink. Ow. Some cursing and head holding ensued.
In a bit of a teary eyed temper I snatch kimono from the hook on the back of the door and -rrrrrriiiippppppp- I tear most of the left sleeve off.
Much much more cursing ensued.
Feeling aggrieved, I made my way to the kitchen, put on the kettle, ignored cats, made coffee, drank coffee, spat coffee into sink, checked date on milk, hum, no wonder, it went off yesterday.
Some more cursing.
Get hastily dressed, go downstairs, down street, buy fresh milk and paper, go to pay, discover no money, curse very viciously at this. Fortunately kindly lady in shop takes pity on spitting cat and allows her to take milk and paper. Either that or she just wanted me out of her shop.
Go home, make more coffee. Clean litter trays, put in fresh litter, pick up bag of old litter and ZZZZZRRRRPPP, bag splits along the bottom. Ammonia fumes and pieces of smelly cat shit all over kitchen floor.
Pitch hissy fit.
Finally get that cleaned up. Come in here, coffee is gone cold, but I don't care I'm going to drink it anyway. I'm going to sit here and drink cold coffee and grumble and grouch until the cows come home.
Thank God it is Friday.