Portents

Every day has a certain flavor to it that usually gets established as the day begins.

I started my day spilling a ton of oatmeal (pre-cooked, thankfully) all over my kitchen. The subsequent coffee spillage was just insult upon injury. I still don't know how I cut my finger.

It's goddamn cold this morning (in relation to the last few weeks) and I didn't dress warmly enough.

I forgot to send a friend her birthday card.

And all this is in just a couple of hours of wakefulness. Yeah... today's gonna rock.