Story prompt: She tried to save time in the morning by making her iced coffee before she went to bed.

Yeah. Total three, possibly four stooges moment. I put the coffee on and started it. I had my AirPods in, so I didn't hear the splishy-splashing until the song ended, which meant the entire 12 ounces of coffee was all over the counter, because ONCE AGAIN I forgot to put the cup under the spout.

I tossed a cloth over the biggest part of the coffee puddle and realized it had run under the wire bread basket. Not a big deal, the basket has little feet on it, so nothing was wet. The two tiered basket has a handle on the top, which means I have to tilt it to get it out from under the overhead cabinet. As I tilted it, I felt resistance. I looked over just in time to see the 30 ounce insulated tumbler that I had just filled with fresh water tip over. No biggie, that tumbler has a special lid which is sealed, and just has a straw hole, so even if it does tip over, it doesn't spill much, just a dribble. Unless the straw just happens to hit the small shelf next to the stove at just the right angle to pop the entire lid off. If that happens, 30 ounces of water pours out across the countertop and down the side of the stove.

I grabbed another cloth and threw over the crack between the stove and countertop to try and stem the tide. I think all I did was push more water down. I pushed the cloth away from the stove to divert the water, and pulled the stove out. Two or three fuzz puppies rolled out. It was actually much cleaner under there than I'd expected. I fetched the mop, and sopped up the water that had run down, and got the stick vac to try and round up the fuzz puppies roaming around under the table.

That done, I cleaned off the side of the stove (ew. where does all that gunk come from?!?), and pushed it back into its niche.

Meanwhile, the two microfiber cloths I'd flumped on top of the now giant puddle on the countertop had been doing their job of sopping up some of it. It took three wringing outs of each large cloth to get enough water off that I could move everything off the counter. I have a LOT on that counter. Everything had to be picked up, wiped off, and set on a towel on the table. Then I wiped the countertop off a dozen or so more times to get it dry, and dried all the things off and set them back into place.

So now I'm 20 minutes older, two tablespoons of coffee poorer, one countertop cleaner, but I STILL DON'T HAVE ANY FREEKIN' COFFEE!

And I've decided I'm absolutely not going to take my shower tonight to save time, because I'd probably drown!!

Oh, this old thing?

 Well, I once again stumbled upon this blog, cleaning out bookmarks. Since it's private, by invitation only, maybe I'll just use it as a sort of journal - that way I can get all my whinging and complaining out without bothering other people. So, I'll just start here.

Today has been a weird day. I woke up feeling ok, but as the day went on, my joints started aching, and I've felt like my lungs aren't working right. They don't really 'hurt', but they feel odd, like they've been overstretched, like a previously overfilled balloon that's lost its air. I've also had a lot of clear drainage suddenly bubbling down from my head, and interfering with my ability to draw breath. It's very annoying.

Then my head started hurting. It started way down low, near the base of my skull. I told Larry that if we were going to walk, we needed to do it soon. The walk was not a fun one. I was panting, and my hips, lower back, and knees and ankles were all pretty much screaming by the time we were done.

When we got home, I got water and tea, and ate cookies. Then I remembered to take some ibuprofen and a decongestant. I've been sitting in my chair, moaning, for hours. It's not really helping. My hips are complaining, and my sciatic nerve is very irritated at me.

On an whole 'nuther subject, I started watching "Loki" on Disney+. Owen Wilson is playing Agent Mobius of the Time Variant Authority. I laughed when I heard that. So far, so good. If nothing else, it's a distraction from my discomfort.

And now some cool pictures of my plants.

Huge leaves!

And I think it's only half grown.

HUGE!

Gorgeous. This is the day before the big storm that dropped over 3 inches of rain and beat them half to death.

Calibrochia and the mandevilla. So, so pretty.

Amazing colors on this calibrochia. I think it's my favorite!