black ice behind my car where I had to stand to scrape the back window
lower back pain after 'finding' said black ice (thank goodness for Motrin in the work medicine cabinet)
A 'discussion' about whether or not I should use a spoiler warning when talking about a story that's older than ME.
Off to cook up a foul smelling concoction to send to the client so THEY can smell it.
Actually, that makes me rather happy. I'm a bad woman.
Edit: Adding another grumble. Putting all my hair up in a swishy high pony tail for ALL DAY LONG without having done this in a long time is a bad idea. And I really can't take it down at work - looks rather weird.