This morning the Universe gave me a sign and I ignored it. After morning ablutions, getting dressed, feeding the animals and laying out hubby's meds, I picked up my bag and started out the front door, intending to go to work.

The door wouldn't open. I mean, it was solidly locked and no amount of jiggling or twisting or unkind words did any good. I considered getting a hammer, but the tools are in the garage, on the other side of the locked door.

It was a sign from the Universe that I should put the bag down, take off my work clothes, go back to bed and pull the covers over my head.

Did I take heed of the sign so generously offered? Noooooo, I went out the kitchen door, through the gate from the yard to the front, got in the car and drove to work.

Why, oh why, didn't I just stay home? I won't bore you with the details except to say that it started crazy at 7 a.m. and continued that way solidly through till 2:10. I'm at lunch now, with the office lights off and the door closed. Safe for a few minutes until I emerge once again to enter the fray.

Who knows what insanity awaits me? I shoulda stood in bed.