Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bowl.” Use it as a noun or a verb—use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

They say life is a bowl of cherries.

Not today.

I woke in the middle of the night for a potty break. As I opened the door, I stepped in a puddle. Ugh!

We are religious about dripping faucets when temps are predicted for below 40, so this was a surprise. Nothing is so yucky as schlepping through a soggy floor. Then the wet pants leg when pulling up pj pant. Yech!

Now 8 couldn’t sleep. Dry clothes change, then a brain that wouldn’t stop catastrophizing.

So I got up and read in the living room. The sock I was working on needed a full frogging.

Five hours later my brother got busy removing shower walls and assessing the problem.

I got busy bringing all the things I could to the living room to get it out of the restroom off the wet floor. And a chance to clean and organize.

My brother and husband went to our few stores to find the parts they needed.

Around 7pm I was eating a bowl of popcorn to help me warm up. My husband complained of chest pains. The VA told him to go to the ER. 150 miles from home. We are here now.

So far all seems okay. All his numbers are good. I’m thinking coffee. It’s 10:30. Even if we left now we wouldn’t get home til midnight. Oh the joy of living in the country.