The Day of Fail

One darn thing after another.   It started with the need, last night after choir, to move the roasted bones into the big stewpot, chop up all the ingredients for stock, and start the stock--getting it up to a boil and then stable at the right level of simmer for over night meant getting to bed one-ish.  Very late for me.  So  I didn't get a full night's sleep and woke up feeling "stale and unprofitable."    It continued with a number of provoking little things today, such that not only did...