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Went out for aerobic exercise this morning, came back, threw things in a pot for red beans and rice, got it to a boil, timer to twenty-five minutes, showered and dressed and back downstairs in twenty, standard procedure except that this time I forgot to turn the pot down to simmer. Burnt my lunch.

Opened lots of windows to air out the kitchen. One of those windows is next to the hutch on which Mom kept this pretty purple-and-aqua vase full of plastic flowers. Kept past tense because it got windy while I was showering and the vase got blown over and smashed.

Swept up the pieces and went to get the vacuum to deal with the bits the broom didn't get. Nobody'd touched the vacuum far's I know since I vacuumed the car yesterday, at which time it was working fine. Discovered I probably broke the vacuum.

Doncha love days like today?