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Interior courtyard, Alhambra

Thursday, January 21, 2021

One of those...

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.

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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.

2 comments:

island guy said...

Glad it wasn’t the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog, ferocious beastie of Monty Python fame! Some days are just meant to be ridden out, heading back to bed seems a reasonable response to me.

Barbara Finwall said...

Thats the saddest day I've heard of in a very long time!