I'm more than a little exhausted from moving to my new home in Columbus and trying to clean out the family estate in Sylvania. Last Friday I schlepped my parents' fine harness show buggy to a consignment shop in Louisville, KY, then was too tired to make the drive back to Sylvania. I ended up staying in Columbus and driving back the next day. I'm beat.
And so, you see, I had a little incident with breakfast this morning. It's my habit to wash my dishes by hand, then put them in the dishwasher for rinsing and drying. The abrasive soap in the dishwasher being hard on the dishes and cookware, you see. This morning I popped open the dishwasher and retrieved my favorite cast iron skillet, spatula, and coffee cup. I proceeded to make myself my standard breakfast of bacon and eggs, toast and coffee. Everything had a slightly odd flavor to it, but being half comatose I ate it anyway. In truth, my sense of taste has been permanently altered by chemo and radiation therapy, so nothing tastes quite the same as it used to, but as I write this I have a very bad aftertaste in my mouth that reminds me of badly used dishwater.
There's every chance in the world that I washed the dishes, put them in the dishwasher and failed to turn the blasted thing on.
On another front, two kind souls gave me a gift certificate to Amazon and a cash Visa card, respectively, and now I can't find either card. I must have put them somewhere for safe keeping, which means they'll turn up sometime in June. Worse, I can't find the charger for my camera and I desperately need to photograph some items in the house so I can fail to sell them on eBay, which means I'll have to buy another charger on Amazon, and this will give me a total of four separate chargers for my camera, three of which are lost. Or misplaced.