My brane is telling that what my eyes see doesn’t make sense. The Late Igor knew all about that stuff, having worked in aerospace after his navy career, but I just had to let it go. My brain doesn’t do math.
Clumsy me...as I was fumbling around in the dark for another sip of ice water, I knocked my 64oz mug to the floor and this time, the lid broke. I had used the last of the ice cubes, thinking this would last me til morning when the ice cube trays would be solid once more, so I not only lost all the cold water...it was the ice cubes as well.
*groan* I had to get up and turn the lamp on and mop up the water and it really irritated me that I could be so clumsy. It’s not the first time that happened. But this time, the lid broke.
I stopped at the Rebel station at the corner and they are all out. If I feel up to it in the morning, I will go to the only other one that’s close...about two miles away, and see if they have any.
For now, the lid is “repaired” with duct tape.
*whispers*
(I hope it doesn’t cost too much. Last time [three years] it was $6.99, and then there is tax...and I’m running low on funds.)