Reflections on a disastrous day

Our new couch arrived...and promptly left. Despite our having measured it and found it to be a few inches smaller in all dimensions than our old couch, the damn thing wouldn't fit in the lift. If two seasoned delivery men can't manage it, I suppose it must be true. I wasn't there, so I can't describe in details the cursing and grumbling that must have gone on. But that's it--the couch goes back, and we start the hunt again.

As I was getting the bad news, I dropped my phone (neither in fright nor in anger, mind you) and shattered the screen. So, all in all, it wasn't a great day. On a scale of 1 to Disaster, I suppose it was quite low, but it was very high on the Annoyance Index.