Who turned the aggravation tap on?

So, there was supposed to be a plumber, or electrician, or … I dunno … a strange man! No men at all arrived. So I'd woken up at 7 for no good reason at all. Sigh.

As S. was off to the dentist, I had to wait for my meals to be delivered. The good news is that they were delivered at 11:05 (excellent); the bad news is that there were two missing even though the bag was tied tightly. Sigh again. At least I got to spend some lovely time with my buddy, the old man (aka Grumpy) and Miss Mischief (Ce-Ce). When I called the meals provider, all I got was their voice mail. Uh-oh. Just how many deliveries got screwed up. By the end of the business day, I hadn't received a reply.

I sent out some announcements for blind group. But I didn't receive one of them in my personal email. I'm ready to tear our my hair. I'm nearly finished editing the church publication, having to do it the hard way, both reading the PDF and making changes in my word doc, on my desktop. Why? Because, my colours are reversed on my iPad. Sigh. How many am I up to?

At least I did have my leisure time earlier, watching my judge and game shows. N.C.I.S. was intriguing because of the planted evidence (putting fingerprints on the murder weapon, but putting the pinky finger in an impossible position on the gun! There was also hypnosis and Gibbs befriending a young boy across the street and teaching him baseball. Aww.

Okay, birching time is over. I want to get my editing done.