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.

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Sorry today was one such.
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This. I don't know how it works, but it does. There have occasionally been days where I've decided to just fucking call it and retreat to bed with a book as early as possible, because I'm afraid of what else could go wrong if I'm up and moving around.
Sometimes you just have to wait for the world to reset itself and for it to be another day.