Damn are you reading my mind or sumthing? This morning, stumbling half blind with sleep and arthritis pain, I dumped load of clothes on kitchen floor for putting in the wash. Oh, thinks I, I'll just get the coffee brewing before I load the washer.

Damn! Coffee jar is empty. Fumbling around with scissors and new bag of coffee and my cramped hands decided to send the full (now open) bag of coffee all over the laundry on the floor.

20 minutes later I jammed my forearm against the fridge door, producing pain and now bruise.

I had to cry. It wasn't even 7am and already my day was fucked.