Yesterday my car wouldn't start. Today the dishwasher appeared to be defunct. Both things turned out to be minor problems that I was able, albeit with much cursing, to fix myself. Nonetheless I am sidling along, nervously squinting at the sky as I'm pretty sure a grand piano is about to land on my head.
I was going to run errands and take the dogs on a long hike but instead I am staying inside and cleaning the floor.
The dogs think I'm over-reacting.