This day had a pretty inauspicious start. I was dumbing around at the cappuccino machine and managed to knock over a glass, and in my attempt to try to catch it, dropped a dutch oven on it. Glass from one end of the kitchen to the other. Also managed to break the handle off the dutch oven. I got that mess cleaned up, and then returned to making my cappuccino. Walking from the kitchen, I felt a sharp sensation in my foot. Quickly assuming that I missed a piece of glass, I flopped down to look at my foot, and saw, of all things, that I'd stepped on a hornet. A hornet in March?!!!! I haven't even seen one outside yet. Tim dispatched the hornet, since he had the foresight not to be padding around in his bare feet.
By this time, I was running the teensiest bit late, so I was hurrying about. We got a call from Cara at college. The flu has been going through her dorm. Luckily she and her roommate have managed to avoid it. It starts with an abrupt onset vomiting. Cara finally succumbed this morning. She woke up feeling dizzy and feverish, sat up, and, without warning, threw up all over her comforter. "What should I do?" she wailed. "I can't go to the laundromat, and I don't think the comforter will fit in the dorm washers." She had no spare blankets, so I began to plan a trip to Clarion.
Despite the day's rocky start, the appointment was okay. By the time that I got home, I had a message. Unwilling to expose me to the health risks of 'Influenza Hall', Cara had handwashed her comforter, and then put it in a washer anyway. Now all I have to do is get through my dentist appointment.