Do you ever get out of bed in the morning and soon realize that it is going to be one of those days? You know, the days when nothing at all goes right.

I had one of those recently. It all started innocently enough. I woke up about 30 minutes later than usual because I forgot to set my alarm clock. That’s fine, I still had time to get ready and go where I needed to be.

I went to the bathroom to turn on the electric heater before taking a shower and then closed the door. The heater is a necessary addition, since my wood stove is located on the other end of the house and morning bathroom temperatures can be a little on the chilly side.

I walked back to the kitchen to make coffee in an attempt to get my eyes opened, albeit somewhat futile for at least the first 30 minutes of each day.

I then found that I had neglected to carry in firewood the day before and promptly headed outside in my bedroom shoes for an armload of wood, banging my shin on the door and smashing my finger with a stick of wood as I attempted to place it in the holder by the stove. Did I mention I burned my finger while putting the wood in the stove? I’m trying to forget that.

All this so far could have been attributed to just another hard morning, but it kept going.

After my first cup of coffee, for which there was no milk, I went back to the bathroom to get into the shower. That’s when I figured out that the door was locked.

I don’t know how or why it was locked, but no one was in there and I couldn’t get it open. As if that weren’t enough, I had to use the bathroom, my first cup of coffee had already found its way to the exit. So there I stood, second cup of coffee in hand and a strained look on my face, wondering what to do. I finally found a small nail to poke into the hole in the middle of the door handle and get the thing unlocked.

Since I had messed around with the door and firewood, any extra time I thought I had was gone. I had to go outside with damp hair, which can lead to colds, influenza and near death if you listen to what my mother always told me as a child. Wet hair is only second to going outside with no shoes for cause of death, to hear her tell it.

Anyway, I finally got to the truck and arrived at my first destination without problem. When I tried to get out of the truck, the door handle broke off in my hand.

I had to open the window and utilize the outside door handle. The alternative was climbing over the passenger seat and I didn’t see that happening.

I was already familiar with the drill, given the fact that I only recently had the door fixed. Oh well, back to the old junk yard.

I walked into the office and started my first few tasks of the day, but soon had to go out. As I left, I got in the truck and shut the door. It was then I realized I didn’t have the keys. My truck has power windows and they don’t work without the keys.

Suddenly, I could see climbing over the truck’s center console as a very real thing, and was doing just that when I tangled my foot in the power inverter cord and banged my head on the passenger window. At least the glass didn’t break.

Soon I was back on the stairs, nursing my wounded head, moving toward the first aid kit and a much needed aspirin. After heading back up to my desk to reclaim my keys, I got a call from a friend wanting to have lunch.

Upon stopping at a local restaurant, I almost immediately dropped a big glob of sauce on my shirt. I had to hurry home to change into a clean shirt, this time remembering to reach out the window to open the door only after searching, without looking, for a few seconds for the missing handle. Old habits are much harder to break than old handles, let me tell you.

By evening, I was looking forward to the following day. I knew that no matter how bad it might be, it would be much easier to take given the events that had already transpired.

I decided to take the van back to work, since my sister borrowed my other car after wrecking hers. Just as it started misting rain, the wipers decided to quit working. At least I was already planning to go to the junk yard.

I guess you just have to learn to take life in stride.

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