1. Unable to locate dairy cars for island of Sodor. Not-quite-three year old assures me that his day will be ruined without locating dairy cars. Eventually find them in care of grandmother. Bribe toddler with promise of train cars in exchange for not whining about grocery store trip.

2. On way to grandmother's house, remove festering trashbag which has turned entire apartment into the Bog of Eternal Stench. (Note: trash pickup located about a 30 foot vertical drop behind building, which lacks a back door. Requires car.) Bag splits in trunk, causing a noisome in-vehicle trip to grandmother's house, grocery store. Windows down.

3. Lean into pantry to locate panko for chicken and entangle hair in flypaper above kitchen trashcan (no longer festering.)
--3a. Stupid fruitflies.
---- 3a.i. But peaches are worth it.
--3b. Say "Shitty fucking death!" in front of toddler while trying to detangle hair from flypaper, dead fruitflies.
---- 3b.i. Oops.
----3b.ii. Too much to hope he won't repeat it tomorrow?

4. Power flickering due to thunderstorms. Lost a few hundred freshly-typed words on Manuscript 2.0: the Rewritening. Loss of internet imminent?

5. Things looking up! Package in mail turns out to be The Forest of Hands and Teeth, from writerjenn! Something to do when the power goes out!
--ETA: overuse of exclamation points indicative of mental state.