Woke up with a major, major headache. Complete with nausea.
Extremely grumpy son. All day. Fought at every opportunity. Even made up some arguments from thin air.
Futile work day. Nothing accomplished. Had to work late.
Well water tasting terrible. Almost undrinkable. Tried to carry softener salt bags downstairs. Handles broke on two of the four bags. Turned the shutoff valve the wrong way before changing filter. Sprayed water all over myself, the floor, the walls. Son came running in, slipped on the wet floor and ended up soaked. Freaked out. Meanwhile I dropped the old filter, along with lots of nasty rusty brown water into the salt tank. "Easy Open" salt bags wouldn't tear. (Why don't they make the handles out of "Easy Open" perforation, and the opening out of handle?)
Daughter fell asleep at 5pm. And 5:30. And 6. Screwed up bedtime. Probably nighttime also.
Donkey decided to pester the goats again at dusk. Had to give him a time out.
Can't form coherent sentences. Day end soon? Please?