There are days and weeks where I feel that the swift hand of fate has come to bitch slap me back into my proper frame of mind. Feeling good about having gone out to the opera in a nice outfit like a damn adult? Here, have a child with a 104.8 degree fever and vomiting at 11 pm when you get home to make you feel like the worst parent on earth for leaving her. Ready to tackle those house projects and finish the kitchen? Have two inches of standing water in the basement, submerging electrical cords and power tools left there after the cabinets were installed. Ready to start rehearsing again after a long hiatus? Here, have persistent laryngitis for a month.
On the other hand, we do have the first three seasons of The Muppet Show to keep us occupied today, so it might be a wash.