Forget that day...

I should have known soon after getting up that not much good would come this day. I woke early, tiptoed out of the bedroom- and crashed right into the box with cat litter hubby had put next to the door. To not cry out in pain I wanted to do the obligatory ´An Indian knows no pain´ dance, and hit the shelve with my forearm when doing so. I am in the possession of a blue toe and a huge bruise though I could do without both of it. I limped downstairs, prepared the cat food for Namo, Vaire and Tuxedo cat, two indoors, one outdoor, opened the terrace door and- boom- spider alarm. A huge cross spider was sitting on the door frame and had no intention of leaving its resting place. I practically tossed Tux´s cat bowl outside and fled back into the house. One hour later I got a message from number three- Elsa is in quarantine from today on. Not that she has caught the virus (at least we hope so), but her kindergartener has. Twice vaccinated but still got infected, tells much about the reliability of the vaccine. Now they have to wait out how many of the young ones will get sick also. Son and DiL now have twelve long days to supervise their daughter. None else is allowed to do so, not even her other grandma, who practically lives next door. Might be that son goes into home office mode, because university has not yet started. Next thing that spoiled the day was that I had to unravel almost all of my knitting. I should have checked the width of what I had knitted in the beginning! Even if this is to become a swinger jacket- too much is too much. To keep my frustration in rein I fished out my embroidery (straight rows in sight, hoorey!) and found that during night one of those idiot cats must have peed into the workbasket. And this was the moment when I finished my second coffee of the day and went back to the bedroom, to read the new book I downloaded the night before. Oh, I forgot to mention that hubby had to drive to the grocery store before breakfast, to buy toast because the one he had achieved two days ago had turned mouldy, and that I accidentally dipped my thumb into the boiling spaghetti water...