I could peel the night from the muscle of the sky

So I have had a wonderful de-mothing day full of triage and cleaning and stress and laundry and grief and I went to reheat a brownie so that I could pour some cream on it and eat it hot as I have done with many brownies before, only this time it caught fire in the toaster oven and filled the kitchen with smoke and had to be extinguished under the kitchen tap before I could even throw it out and I smell like smoke and the kitchen smells like smoke and Autolycus smells like smoke and Hestia is in hiding and at this point I'm just pretty sure today sucks.