The weather is just so wet and depressing, and i am clumsy as hell.
Lucifer is clumsy too, for some reason.
He was sitting in the workroom sofa, looking out the window, trying to spot Allan who'd just left and he banged his little head on the radiator.
As i was walking through the kitchen, telling him to be more careful (i talk to him a lot, it's our thing), i hit my hand on the door so hard i got a little cut.
So, now i'm a little worried about combining the nasty, slippery weather, with my clumsy self on a bicycle.
It just doesn't feel like a good idea.
But i guess going to work on monday never does.