Right, so... remember back on Wednesday, when I was griping about our recent run of troubles? And I borrowed the "pecked to death by ducks" metaphor to describe it? Well, Sunday morning my wife was passing through an intersection, and the guy on her left didn't realize that he was in the second of two left turn (ONLY!) lanes. So he starts bumping into the side of my wife's car, trying to get her to move over. Damage was superficial, but - Hell below! - we did not need any more expense or aggravation right now.
Then this morning, my wife overslept and was trying to get out the door on time. Owing to what I'm going to call "cumulative stress", she tried to zoom out of the garage before the door was all the way up. Before it was most of the way up, actually. Once again, damage was minor and mostly superficial, but I've got a garage door repair person (technician? repairman? repairdude? Something like that, anyway) on the way. This is because I had to remove a piece in order to fix the immediate damage, and it's a piece that's connected to the spring: I can't move it into place in order to bolt it back on. Results: more expense; more aggravation.
So I've moved on from the "pecked to death by ducks" metaphor. This is more like Death By Accumulated Paper Cuts. (Why don't we ever see that on the crime shows, I wonder?) It's no wonder that people start wondering about Dark Forces in the midst of a run of misfortune; it's hard not to feel like someone is out to get you.
But I'm not going to dwell on this. Oh, no. Instead, I'm going to talk about taking Firstborn to his first day of Kindergarten. Because I may be bloodied... well, my bank account may be bloodied... but I myself am goddam unbowed.