Pardon My French, But...

...fuck me running.

While out yard saling in the pouring down rain (yes, I am a "I brake for yard sales" suburban mom cliché), I heard my pump beep once. I looked down and saw some lights blinking and so I scrolled through all the screens and it appeared as though the pump had been stopped at some point...

WTF? This is the first I'm hearing about it?

So, after wrangling the wee one into bed and all my purchases into the house, I finally sat down to calculate just how far behind I am...

Fucking far. Because of this mysterious mishap, instead of taking my pack off tomorrow at 1p, I'll be deaccessing bright and early at 5:30a on Sunday.

This means that I've lost 14.5h, and considering I noticed around 9a, that means that I somehow hit the off button--which is nigh impossible, since you have to hit a series of buttons for that to happen--around 6:30p last night.

Yeaaaaaah, now I know why I was feeling so good this morning. Dammit dammit dammit.