Today’s been one of those days: came home from running errands and pretty much nothing’s been right since.
Colour printer cartridges no longer can be bought by themselves but must be bought bundled with a black cartridge. I knew the number of the colour cartridge I needed, not the black cartridge that I didn’t and guessed wrong while standing there at the endless display rack.
That’s not the only reason I’ll have to go back. I bought new headphones for the living room computer since the old ones have worn out. Of course, these new headphones, despite the packaging proclaiming they have a standard stereo jack, don’t (they have to plug into the sound card which is moderately inaccessible as well as connected to the speakers which we mostly use). So back, as well, tomorrow to get a real pair of stereo headphones that will simply plug into the stereo outlet on the front of the PC.
Then I uncovered to a minor fridge disaster. The pickle container on the top shelf had been knocked askew and ended up on its side. Much brine had leaked out and ended up pooled across the bottom shelf, the crispers and beneath. Guess it was time to give the appliance a thorough cleaning anyway?
Then I waved eldest off to go see Bridge to Terabithia with a friend while youngest got to lounge on the couch and watch her beloved March of the Penguins. Gave her a bowl of Bits & Bites and within five minutes she’d spilled the crumbly bits all over herself and the couch. Guess it was time to do some vacuuming anyway?
So I gave up and treated myself to finishing an utterly fluffy mystery novel, A Midsummer’s Night Scream, that I bought last week. No redeeming value except for entertainment, but that’s okay. Hopefully it will turn the tide, though. And after folding laundry, I plan to dive into Samurai William: The Englishman Who Opened Japan for, lo!, it is reading week and I do not teach tomorrow.