What a day. Got an allergic reaction to last night's champagne, kicked asthma up. Took car in for a service, had to walk back as he was understaffed and couldn't give me a ride. No breath, everything hurting. I can't put my hands on a ten thousand dollar print, seems to have walked away. Tore the place apart for three hours, at least I own it. Then I couldn't find a bracelet which I do not own, but which finally magically reappeared. Then I poured a can of sprite on my keyboard. And to top it all off, my mechanic says a rabbit jumped out from under my hood when I was getting an oil change and hid in his office.
I have a client coming over to pick something up. As soon as they are done, I am going home to hide under the covers.
postscript: got home and one of my cats, the mellow quiet one, somehow climbed into a plastic bag and couldn't get out, trapped. He ricocheted around the house at high speed like a bowling ball and finally down the stairs. leslie managed to get him and extricated him. such a strange day.