Murphy is alive and well (and seems to be living with me). You know Mr. Murphy - the man behind the famous law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. He and his eponymous law were in fine fettle today.
It all began when Molly and I decided to go for our walk mid-afternoon since the weather was relatively cool. We got just far enough to get sweaty and stinky, but not far enough to get any real exercise, when the cell rang. It was the artist making some prototype logos for the 5k pet walk/run we have coming up. So Molly and I turned back to meet with the artist. I really hope he enjoyed being couped up with sweaty and stinky me across the table from him.
Then I set out to fix the slow drain in the bathroom. It had reached the point of slowness that I was afraid it would overflow soon if I got distracted while the water was running. So I gathered the requisite equipment and got ready to go to town. Guess what? The drain wouldn't go slow. It was draining perfectly. Nothing I could do would make it revert to it's slow moving way of only a few hours ago.
I won't even mention what happened to the hamburger I fixed for supper. Let me just say that Molly the dog dined exceptionally well tonight. The only good out of it is that Molly is sitting here making gooey eyes at me in utter admiration for the fine meal.
With that, I think I will go to bed. Assuming the bed doesn't up and run away as I try to lie down.