The morning has been a lot of bad omens. I am thinking of canceling my trips today and rescheduling. In the past 30 minutes, my pencil sharoener has died so I cannot sharpen my red pencil to edit A&T while I wait, when I went to the basement, Stella ran out of the apartment, and I had to spe3nd the trip to basement, mail boxes, and back hoping I would not have to chase her down on that damned walker, my stomach is beginning to act up. I hate it all.