Had I known what kind of a day it would be I wouldn't have bothered getting up.
Made pancakes in the morning but forgot to put the oil away. Not only that, I forgot to put the cap back on. Later in the afternoon I noticed the open bottle and went to put the cap on. Cursed arthritic wrist! Sent the (mercifully plastic) bottle flying across the kitchen, with me diving after it, but not in time to stem the flow of Canola oil all over the kitchen floor. Mopped as best I could. The Bean was off helping Nick the Greek to buy and plant bamboo. Left a large scrawled warning sign at the scene of the crime so he wouldn't skate to his death when he came in the door....
And slunk to the sewing room. How much damage could I do in there?
He came home by and by, engaged the cat in some silly conversation, and a bit of wrestling, and didn't skate to his death across the kitchen floor---due in large part, I think, to my thoughtfully scrawled warning. I emerged from my sewing room (where I had, indeed, done no damage) and started making supper noises, but no. He is quite taken with his cooking prowess these days and was heading back to Tampa to make supper there, so don't worry about him.
Hmm. I chopped a shallot, and some mushrooms and red pepper, mixed it all with leftover chopped chicken and some rice, and yum! Supper for one! I usually insist that people eat at the table, but I granted myself a dispensation, this one time, and carried my plate to the couch. Because I am so clean, and everyone knows I would never make a mess........The first forkful had not reached my mouth before I knocked the plate over, spilling its contents all over my lap, the couch, and the carpet.
The jury is still out on whether I'll get up, or not, tomorrow.