Just after that last, intensely meaningful and upbeat post, I ladled yogurt into a bowl and scooped in a lot of nuts and just unfrozen raspberries and blueberries. As I walked to the breakfast table, somehow the bowl slid out of my hands and landed upside down, of course, on the floor. My breakfast splattered all over the floor, the kitchen rug and even the back door, and then I looked up. It was all over the white ceiling. The kitchen ceiling is now covered with bright purple splatters, like freckles.
Into each day a little #$$%^&* must fall.
