A belated Christmas gathering needed a last-minute rescheduling because some virus found the perfect receptor in someone's lungs.
A friend's offer of coffee and conversation could not be fixed into the correct space/time continuum.
A visit to the RMT brought pain that would squeeze a tear from even Jack Bauer's eyes (I believe I confessed to the Lindbergh kidnapping at one point).
Pre-exam jitters made for a prickly atmosphere anywhere in the house where textbooks might be present.
Nothing much was working out the way I'd hoped.
So when life hands you lemons, retreat to the basement and find something to do. And since the cat had not figured into the day's disappointments (at least there was no sign of furballs), the new goal for the day was to add some padded levels to the cat-tree and turn this: