This morning I decided I wanted some toast. A simple enough craving, right? I grab a package of bread, remove two slices, place them in the toaster and depress the handle. The coils glow red and all is right with the world. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I'm in an usually good mood. I grab some butter from my refrigerator and while my back is to the toaster I hear it eject. And by "Eject", I mean my toaster flung my toast with roughly the force of a medieval catapult designed to fling cows over the walls of a besieged city. My toast landed in the sink. My sink full of soapy water. I think I may just go crawl back in bed. Focus: What are your warning signs that the day is just not going to go right?