Is it Friday Yet?

I was late to class yesterday.

I was late to class because the snow-melt-slush-refreeze-repeat pattern had left veritable acres of inches-thick ice for me to traverse on my walk to school.

I walked to school instead of driving because I left my car on campus the day before.

I left my car on campus because I had locked my keys in my office.

I left my keys locked in my office and walked instead of driving Sam's truck because earlier in the week, when I drove Sam's dearly beloved truck (my car's wheels having just spun and spun on said ice acreage), I attempted to extricate it from an impossible parking situation--and got it caught, couldn't get it out, waved down a construction worker to spot, and ultimately scraped it with a horrific sound, barely escaping pulling the wheel well off.  

And yesterday, in the very moments when I was contemplating this list of misfortunes, my inattention allowed Allison Clare to propel herself off the sofa belly down and head first, resulting in her first bruise and a scratch on her cheek. 

Thankfully, these are all minor crises, and if anything, AC's tumble reminds me that she's much faster and more agile these days, and I need to revise my estimates of her abilities more quickly.  Still, what a week!