Bad day

I spent the morning waiting for the people who bought my daybed to come pick it up.

I spent the afternoon waiting for my doctor to call the pharmacy because he had ordered a medicine they did not have.

I spent the evening waiting for my new bed frame to arrive.

The people did pick up the daybed.

My doctor never contacted the pharmacy, so I did not get my prescription.

I will be sleeping in my chair tonight, or on the floor, because the bed frame did not arrive.

And thirty three years ago today my mother died.

June 4th is not a good day for me.