Thursday started uneventfully. I got up early to do some school reading before work, coffee in one hand, yellow highlighter in the other. I really thought I was making some progress too, until I realized that while my eyes were moving and my hand was highlighting, my brain was vegging under a tree somewhere. Everything I read was being translated as, “maah, maah, maah….” I sighed and started again.
An hour later, I put the kettle on to boil some water for my daily bowl of oatmeal. Added cinnamon. Added raisins. Looked for peaches – none left. Stirred my breakfast around and sat it on the desk in front of me to cool while I did some computer work.
I’m not sure when it happened. Perhaps while answering some emails, or putting a Crossfire event on Facebook. All I know is that as I absent-mindedly consumed my oatmeal, I suddenly became aware that there was something wrong with it. It may have been the tooth-shattering CRUNCH. Or the sudden pain on the inside of my cheek as something tore a strip into it. I jumped and spit out the offending mouthful, figuring that somehow an almond shell or petrified raisin had snuck in there.
It was a tiny little screwnail. In perfect condition. In my breakfast.
(Yes, that IS my messy office. And your point is ... ??)
Don’t worry. I saved it. I’m not sure what to do with it. (Maybe Quaker Oats will give me a skid full of oatmeal for it.)
Regardless … if there are any moments in the next few weeks where I seem a little off … cut me some slack, OK? Apparently I've got a few screws loose.
