Fermented Watermelon

So I got up this morning when my alarm went off. Thinking I would start the day in a zen mood. I found a meditation that I liked the look of and then as my sense of smell began to wake up, I smelled cat puke. After a hunt to find the cold lumpy cat puke I grabbed it and threw it in the trash. This took two trips for both chunks. It was then that I went to eat the cut up fruit I had in preparation for breakfast in an attempt to be healthy. That is when I moved the comforter only to smell a rant hot-boxing fart which was mildly reminiscent of a dead animal. But the emissary of this anal smell, was still fast asleep. So I got up and made coffee and grabbed the fruit. When I returned to bed I found that the watermelon is starting to ferment and not really tasting quite how I hoped at 6:30am.
So looking forward, I am thinking that I am going to go the dental appointment that I have, at which I will inevitably be told that I need to floss more. Floss more?? How about floss at all? I forgot to floss.
Then I need to figure out how to eliminate three or four leather arm chairs which have been destroyed beyond repair by Len and his dogs, but that cannot be taken to a charity store. Thinking that maybe there is a dump? But I don't know where to determine a dump in this area.
Regan's family arrives tomorrow and so there is lots that needs to be done before then and I have to get some things done for Special Olympics as well.
No rest for the wicked. But I will definitely read my meditation for coffee and opening the curtains this morning:
I open the curtains on this new day. I look upon this morning as a rebirth and understand that only this one day exists.
I drink this cup of coffee in mindfulness. I hold the present moment in my hands.