The day started like many others. It was dark. It was cold. I wanted the day to be over already. Typical day. | If only I had my gypsy grandma's gift of ESP. I would then know what lay ahead. | The cold kitchen floor nipped at my toes, while the smell of rotting meat bit my nose. Empty cupboards of course, so I had to carefully grab a cup off the Glasstle in the sink. I was up to my belly button in chores. "Later", I thought, as usual.