Not My Day

This has not been my day. Not my day at all.
And it is not over yet.
It started with the mutts starting their daily lick-a-thon to wake me up, only this time it was a little after six and still fairly dark.
All Right, I thought, we will get up and let the worthless wonders out. We did.
And they split and ran down the hill to bark at the yappy mini mutts of the Mad Queen.
Even I would be pissed off at that, so I hurried the other way to, maybe, entice the divergent flock of canines to follow me. Fat chance.
Safely back in the house, all cleaned, bathed and with the coffee consumed, I started my breakfast and discovered that I was out of E. muffins but still had a crust of " My Daily Bread " left, which would have to suffice.
After breakfast the computer announced that my security system was into a life-and-death struggle with some nasty and foreign Trojan Horse outfit, and on a window on my PC the system was buzzing through whatever junk I have stashed on my PC.
I was watching, absolutely fascinated, the numbers flying by as my valiant defender was sorting through all this crap. It was as exciting as watching paint dry.
I am not sure who won, but when I came back from trying to save a few plants in the garden from dying due to lack of water by hauling buckets of water from the abandoned pool, it seemed to be back to normal. At least to me it looked normal.
So All Right, OK, I thought, better get on with making some muffins, and I started to mix the ingredients, the yeast and water and vinegar and flour and...........I did not have enough flour.
I was staring at a soggy mess and no way to salvage it, as my place here in the woods does not have easy access to places where they sell flour. Sure we have tiny tiendas down the hill, but one thing they do not stock, is flour.
So I made do, and made disastrous muffins. YEUWWW.
Then when it was time to feed the mutts I discovered that I did not have enough dog food left and only by using all the rice and beans I had cooked for me for my dinner, did I manage to feed them all.
And now I am here. The dogs have been fed and I am trying to think of something for me, like an omelet, but the most distressing thought is....
it is not over yet, There are still hours left for scads of things to wrong. And surely will.
This has not been my day.
No Way.