What a morning.....

This morning may have been the epitome of a bad morning. I was snoozing soundly, having some neutral dream that I can't really recall when I heard a huge crash. I was laying in bed, on the edge of consciousness trying to decipher whether the crash came from my dream or real life when Radar came tearing into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed and sat down beside me in a panicked "oh shit oh shit...I didn't do it" sort of way. I groaned and asked, "What did you do?" as I lazily rolled out of bed. I half tip-toed, half stumbled out of the bedroom, peering around for the source of the crash while trying to think of what could possibly make such a sound. And then I saw it. I had previously had a large wine bottle filled with polished pebbles holding a bouquet of dried rushes sitting on the entryway "key stand." Well...No longer. Shattered glass and pebbles were EVERYWHERE. "You've got to be *BLEEP* ing kidding me." The addition of the pebbles seemed to cause the bottle to simply explode on impact. I was not happy. Waking me up at 4 am is bad enough, waking me up at 4 am to clean up shattered glass that used to be something I really liked really does not bode well for anyone unfortunate enough to be in the same household as me. Radar was smart enough to stay well out of my way during this time. I cleaned up the glass and pebbles as best I could with a broom and dustpan. Running the vacuum during the wee hours of the morning surely wouldn't make my neighbors happy. I'm sure they all heard the crash. Eventually I said good enough, I'll finish in the morning and returned to bed.

For some reason probably relating to my previous dream, when I went back to bed and rolled over to the other side, I thought I was in France, and I believe I spoke a little French to Radar. Don't ask. I really don't know.

Anyway, after the alarm went off (and I pressed snooze a few dozen times) I decided to first shower, then deal with the mess waiting for me in the kitchen. The shower was going all fine and well until I ran out of conditioner. Well, I had a new bottle, but it was in the closet outside the bathroom. Well, I wasn't going to jump out and drip water everywhere, so I figured I'd just use a little spray in conditioner when I got out. So, I rinsed off and turned off the water. I"m towel drying my hair and I reach over and grab my bottle of spray-in conditioner and proceed to spray myself directly in the eye. Not ONLY did I spray myself in the eye, but it wasn't conditioner at all, but hairspray. For anyone who has ever sprayed hairspray directly into your eye -- you know it hurts. I cursed, I ranted, and I rinsed my eye with cold water. My temper was already wearing thin.

I dressed and went to tackle the glass ordeal in the kitchen. Sporting my trusty flip-flops to protect my feet from glass, I picked all the pebbles out of the shattered glass from the dustpan, got all the glass off the kitchen counter, vacuumed ground zero and then some, and swiffer wet-mopped the kitchen floor. Things were starting to come back together. But I forgot one thing. Wet floors and my worn flip flops stick together in about the same way 2 magnets don't, and I found myself on my ass. I laid there for a while considering going crazy, but opted for a few deep breaths and then got up. Then I discovered that my flip flops were dirty and I had left me-tracks all over my just-mopped floor.

Eventually I got everything cleaned and under control, but I was ready to crawl back into bed and stay there for the rest of the day. I was worried that the morning was going to set the pace for the rest of my day, but after that, everything went pretty smoothly. I even got a good deal done at work. I figured out that if I can count 2 groups of samples per day (A group being all samples for one lake from one day), I can have all of my samples thus far done in 13 days. That's actually a lot better than I thought. So that made me fairly happy.

Anyway, I'm going for a bike ride. Till next time, Cheers.