Not the worst, absolutely not the worst. The sun shines, I'm making this for breakfast, my dog is sleeping, and so is my cat. My boy is making movies at the Shack today, so he doesn't even have to work his brain very hard, and I can tuck him into bed when he's home if he needs to be so tucked. I have plenty of Bandaids for my fingertips. I have lots of work to do, many words need me. Mark is coming home from New York tonight, too!
|My $^&^%%*) driveway.|
|My right hand, bandaged. Not pictured: left hand, equally maimed.|
Also, you know what? It's not even ten AM yet. So let me amend that to: just one of those mornings.