Kiss My Knits!

Get to bed very late. Sadly, this was after midnight, so it does count as part of today.

Be awakened at 5:45am by my daughter, who climbs into bed and takes my spot. I stumble down the hall to feed the cat and get some cereal together for my child. The light in the den is burned out. I find a fluorescent bulb (we’re trying to go green) but have trouble getting it out of the packaging. As my sleep-clumsy fingers open the blister pack too forcefully, the bulb crashes to the ground, shattering. I get the broom and reflect that it is not yet 6am and I am already doing housework.

Stop by my bank and attempt to send money to a vendor. The bank says it has to be a wire transfer. I point out that I’m not doing it for the recipient to pick up, but putting it into their account. They say that’s different, then, and I am sent to the front counter. After a long wait, I am told that no, it does have to be a wire transfer. Which they don’t do on weekends. And which costs $30.

Yeah, no.

I try Western Union. They don’t go direct to accounts. I realize I have to suck it up and do what I should have done in the first place: dig out my password to my online banking and do it that way. That, however, is tabled when my co-leader calls me to say that although we are in the midst of a drought and I thought it exceptionally unlikely we’d get rain anytime soon, it is drizzling where she is. She is 5 minutes from the horse stable where we’re going to be this afternoon. I put in a call to the stable to see what they do in case of rain. I have yet to hear back.

It’s not even noon, and already this day BLOWS.

Nowhere to go but up, right?