Last night, just as the temperature dropped into freezing territory, my furnace died.
Last night, after I cleaned out the air filter, I created a mud puddle in my backyard that led to in-house paw prints of epic proportions.
Last night, when I was trying to see if I needed a new fuse for the furnace, I dropped the existing fuse 5 feet down into the ductwork.
Last night, when I tried to buy a new fuse, the orange-aproned dude said, "What does this go to?" and when I said, "The fuse box," he made me feel like the idiot I clearly am.
This morning, I got yet another HAPPY DELINQUENT PAYMENT! card from my car-financing company.
This afternoon, I paid a very nice man from a heating-and-air-conditioning company $165 to tell me I'm a slob.
This evening, I drifted a little bit, into sadness and regret and worry.
But now, for just a minute, I kicked up my heels.