Today has been a comedy of errors.
I went to the pharmacy and picked up my refills. Got home, sat down to my usual chore with one of the medications of splitting the pills in half, and discovered the count was short -- 30 instead of 45. Drove to the pharmacy, explained the situation, gave them the pill bottle with my half-pills. They went away, came back, handed me the bottle, and I went home. Sat down to split the new pills, discovered there were no new pills in the bottle, just 60 half pills. Drove back to the pharmacy (trying very hard to not take my anger out on the other traffic), explained the situation (very calmly, I think), and they fixed it correctly this time.
Driving home, I stopped in at the grocery store for some ginger ale and a loaf of bread. They only had six-packs of half-liter bottles, not my usual two-liter bottles. The six-pack doesn't fit well in my refrigerater, but it's not a big deal, just an annoyance. Grump.
Got home, discovered that I had forgotten to take the tuna salad (that I had made this morning) out of the freezer (I usually put it in there for an hour for a fast chill, then move it to the refrigerator). It was mostly frozen solid. Grump. Oh, well.
Then discovered that the loaf of bread I had just bought was starting to mold. I discarded the top four slices, the rest is usable if I eat it in the next day or two -- which should happen ONCE THE TUNA SALAD THAWS!!! Grump again.
Probably I will feel better once I have eaten my very late lunch (ham sandwiches instead of the tuna salad sandwiches I had been looking forward to), but for now I am just mad at the world.
Grrrr. Aargh.