The other day, I happened upon a watersnake, sunning himself on leaves at Lake Cheston. I didn't see him until after I had scared him and he had slithered downhill into the water. And then, of course, I felt I had to apologize, even though I knew he wouldn't understand me. I did, and moved on.
Today was a lost day. Much like the snake, I was jarred out of my normal routine. One medical test, one long afternoon sleep, some dinner and Netflix streaming, and another long sleep. Happily this isn't an annual exam.
And at least it doesn't scare me.