Waking up these days is fraught with unwelcome news.

Color me outraged orange and endlessly frustrated.

By 7am I am fuming, but breakfast and daily clean up calls along with a mandatory morning walk with the doggie in Central Park.

Yesterday, I was ready to head out into the frigid frozen tundra and there was a knock on my door.

FedEx? Amazon?

Nope…a shaken husband who had just fallen down the hard metal subway stairs.

I changed into my Nurse Ratched uniform and rolled up my sleeves.

Yet another unwelcome surprise and the good times keep on coming.

Enjoy the football devoid weekend.