Those Sneaky, Wannabe Mondays

I appear to be having that kind of day.

You know the kind I mean, where it seems that everything you touch turns to the exact opposite of gold? It’s like it’s a Monday or something. On a Wednesday. And I swear it’s out to get me. 

A couple of days ago (on the real Monday), I put plastic over my hoops in the garden because the evenings have been rather cool of late. My tomatoes seemed a little on the slow side, and I thought the additional warmth would help spur growth. Yesterday it rained, and I tied the plastic up so the plants would get a good soaking. Then it rained heavily. Much water accumulated in the folds of the plastic, and this morning I got up to a garden somewhat flattened under mini plastic swimming pools and collapsed hoops. (In my panic, I didn’t think to get a picture of the real damage, but this one shows a bit of the aftermath.)

Once I finished rescuing as much as I could (while still in my pajamas), I returned to the house, stepped inside, and my soaking wet sandals slipped on the floor: twisted ankle, wrenched shoulder. 

Then it was on to making the usual green smoothies for breakfast. These ones had blueberries in them, so they came out more of a deep purple…all over my floor when I knocked one of the cups off the counter.

And the final insult? After I’d cleaned that up and finally got around to pouring an apparently much-needed jolt of caffeine, I spilled hot coffee all over my hand.

And all this took place before 7:00 a.m. Seriously!!!

So a word to the wise: if you see me coming today, you might want to get out of the way, because this wannabe Monday appears to have me firmly in its sights.

Hmm. I wonder if I can just hide under my desk for the day…?