Went to pick up some stuff that I needed from an old ROTC instructor, 40 miles away. I was stood up. Figures.
Wasted a little under an 1/8th of a tank of gas getting over there. Start to leave, realize I have a flat tire.
Re-injured my knee yesterday.
Started to change tire and realized I couldn't finish, so put away my bruised ego and called roadside service (thank you, Ford).
Called my bank to "discuss" some mysterious fees that popped up, leaving me with $40 to last me two weeks. Hah. Right. Managed to get $35 taken off. So... $75 to last two weeks. Better than 40.
Went to the Dojo, hobbled around the mat, barked a couple of "tate!'s" and "keiko!'s" and silently whimpered to myself about sitting seiza for two hours.
Treated myself to a chocolate frosty from Wendy's on the way home, to find that our A/C doesn't work. Holy "crumb".
But that chocolate frosty sure was good.
And... hubby heard back from a local police dept - he made it to the 2nd phase of hiring.

Best part of the day.
"Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor." Alexis Carrel