Tiny Steps...

One thing goes wrong, and then all hell breaks loose. 

If the apocalypse comes, it will come in tiny steps. It's been that kind of extended weekend. I entered a vortex of hell. A downward spiral of fucked-up-ness. Started with three friendly beasts, ended up with me destroying my phone, nearly falling down a steep staircase, being awoken every two hours by blood-curdling barking, and lots of whimpering and yelping. Needy, needy beasts. Oh yeah, plus dealing with the blowback from a couple vaccine shots on Saturday. The power flickered on and off a few times too this morning, threatening, the very important daily ritual: brewing the morning coffee. Luckily the power came back on. So, yes, well, it's melt-down Monday, but you know, I am already pre-melted, no more melting to be had!