Portent?

     The rain of last night is gone and we have a cool sunny morning. I throw on shorts and sneakers, drink some orange juice and head out for a walk. The cool morning was disguising rampant humidity, so I return sweaty and tired. 

     I open windows, hoping to catch the remains of the cool night air from the woods. 

     I feed the 900-year-old cat and put the cat food back in the fridge. 

     I saute some mushrooms, beat up some eggs, and add them to the mushrooms. 

     I call my husband to come pick up his eggs and he opens the refrigerator for juice. 

     "Why are your glasses in the fridge?"

    Is this a sign of how the rest of my day will go or something larger?