This morning, in an effort to make my otherwise ick day less ick, I put all the ingredients for a delightful and healthy breakfast into my blender. And the blender didn’t work. It worked yesterday. Not today. First I tried different outlets. Checked the fuse box. Nothing. It’s interesting how long one can stand and stare at something, willing it to be something else. As if staring will somehow change it. I stood there for a long time and it was still broken. And then it finally occurred to me that no matter how badly I want something not to be true, sometimes it still is. And yes, I did hit the on switch one last time before dumping everything down the drain. There is that thing called, hope.