THIS IS THE WAY THINGS HAPPEN

Yesterday I bought a bicycle. I rode it around the block a few times and then later repeated the performance. The second time some a-hole yelled at me, just a nasty, changing neighborhood comment which I ignored, but which made me wish I had had a K-9 officer trotting along with me.
Today it is raining.
When I got up a started a laundry consisting of my clothes.
Then:
I dropped the little do-hickey that holds the window shade up and couldn't find it. Got the flashlight. Discovered a disgusting mess under my work table so I pulled everthing out and cleaned up under there. I took the dustpan full of crap to the kitchen and learned the bin was full so I took it out and put in a new liner and in doing so pulled out the bin and found all sorts of dirt behind it. I got the broom and swept that spot but there was a stickly spot on the floor and the dirt stuck to it.
So I took the rug out and shook it and then swept but there were also two glops of raspberry on the floor that now had hair and dirt stuck in them.
I got out the Swiffer thing and the pad was filthy so I got under the sink to find a new one and discovered that nothing was where it was supposed to be and so I pulled everything out and cleaned under the sink and put stuff back where it belonged but the Swiffer pads weren't under there anyway, they were over by the Swiffer.
I put a new pad on and set the old one on the counter for the moment and saw that the counter was dirty. I cleared everything off the counter and washed and bleached it and dried it and put it back and put the new pad on the Swiffer and did the kitchen floor. I let it dry and then put the rugs back.

I heard that the washing machine had stopped so I started moving stuff to the dryer and discovered that the little credit card wallet john gave me yesterday had gone through the laundry with all my credit cards and membership cards and medicare card in it.

I got the clothes in the dryer and emptied out the soaked wallet and laid everything on top of my currently inkless printer to dry.

And here I am and it is not even 8 o'clock in the morning....

And now John has looked in all the same places I looked for the little gizmo that holds my shade up (which is now held by a bobby-pin) and been as unable as I to find it.

Thus begins my Saturday.................................................