I knew the day would be difficult

When the first thing I did this morning was to take a digger off the sidewalk and skin my right knee, all "I fell of the playground" style. I bled quietly all the way to work, wiped it off with an antiseptic towelette, and am now nicely scabbed over.

Cue three out-of-the-blue freaky things that needed to be taken care of ASAP, a building full of dignitaries, and a sore back, and life gets even more interesting.

Really, I should be in a bad mood, but I'm not. In fact, I'm feeling pretty damn cheerful.