ok, figure this one out....

My dream last night consisted of hobnobbing with museum curators who let me fondle red silk and gold cut velvet, and owning two rather short, fat pet snakes that would roll over and let me pet their tummies.

sometimes the little things do count

Con: woke up late, another coffeemaker bites the dust, forgot medicine AND purse, irritated D. by having him bring said purse/meds to work for me, constant interruptions.

Pro: conversation with D. when I got home. Replacement of aforementioned chunk of sad plastic with metal percolator, enabling me to get into full Little Old English Lady mode ("shall I just go put the kettle, on, dear?"). Final discovery of two large bags of dark chocolate M&Ms (plain) while picking up percolator.