Last night, getting ready for bed, marveling out loud over the events of that day.
And Richard looks at me and says, But I don’t have *my* car keys back yet.
Ohmygoodness! Fixed THAT fast!
The other thing.
Saw a bug in some produce today, and just because of the ick factor from that I decided to freeze a few cones of yarn: they’d come from somewhere that had given me a great price because they’d found evidence of a bug. I’d frozen and heated it before, but hey, just to be on the safe side.
This was not half an hour after telling my brother on the phone how I was finally over my concussions and what a difference it was making, at last.
And then I put that first two pound cone in the upper part of the freezer. Dropped the second. Bent over to pick it up at just the wrong moment and that first one hadn’t been done so well after all.
Icepack. Meet head. Klutz.
(Ed. in the morning to add: that little voice did tell me, as I picked up the cones, You don’t need to do that. Answered it with a half thought of, yeah I know but I’m going to anyway. That’s the part that I felt dumb about.)