Tomorrow Will Be Better, Right?

 I am truly not complaining.  Just expressing a bit of frustration.

1.  My watch is still lost.  😞

2.  Washed three little throw rugs.  One beige one and two red ones.  Red ones have been washed myriads of times.  Still, to be cautious, I threw in a Color Catcher so the dye wouldn't impact the beige one.  Wrong. It is not only pinkish but because throw rugs are often fluffy, it is covered in red lint.  Sigh. (I was excited that the weather was warm enough to dry the rugs outside in only about an hour - would've taken several dryer cycles. Another reminder to not get cocky - that is never a good thing.)

3.  Was carrying my readers and they just separated and flew across the hall.  Not fixable.  Sheesh.

4.  Yesterday afternoon it was clear the air conditioning wasn't working. The thermostat would not respond in any way.  It was hot in the house.  Woke this morning to the temp being about 64-66 degrees in the house - after running all night long even though the readout said it was 80 in the house. Finally managed to get the furnace/a.c. guy out here.  He had to acquire a totally new thermostat which thus far appears to be working properly.  Yay!

5.  My thumb is now wearing a bandage - sliced it good while cleaning a knife.  You'd think at 74 years old I'd know better how to handle a simple little knife.  

So, tomorrow will be better, right?

In the meantime, I'm so grateful I have another watch I can put a new battery in - hopefully sooner rather than later.  I'm grateful that the throw rug is in our bathroom - no one but us needs to see it and we can be completely tolerant of my bad judgement.  I'm grateful to have a supply of readers - the broken ones are already in the trash and soon forgotten.  So grateful that the furnace guy said the thermostat was under warranty and there was no charge.  I was really fretting over how much it would cost. I need to learn to not be such a worrier. And finally - grateful for a good supply of bandages and antibiotic cream for my thumb, hope it heals fast. 

On the bright side, we walked this morning past this unidentified (at least to me) variety of bush that I snap a picture of every single spring/summer.  I hope they never remove that bush.  I love those little berries that look like they ought to taste divine.  Won't be trying them, but I love the thought that they might be good.