Thursday afternoon, when you work at home, has drama of its own.

Bird flies into my
office window--closed--bonks beak,
scares me half to death.

[S/he flew up to the tree right outside my window after, like, "yeah, man, cooool, I meant to do that," but I doubt that the other birds were convinced.

Once, while golfing w/my husband, I failed to calculate the height of the golf cart's roof vs. the position of my forehead and knocked myself on my own ass. It was the damn baseball hat's fault. If I hadn't been wearing it I could have seen, and would have BEEN REMINDED that GOLF CARTS HAVE ROOFS. One dork knows another. I can totally see through that bird's act.]