“There is a gypsy curse upon my head.” I said this morning while sprawled on the linoleum after tripping outside of my shower.  Douglas just tilted his head and looked at me quizzically. This was after breaking a toe the night before while folding laundry. I’m distracted (don’t ask…don’t ask).  And when I’m distracted, I’m even clumsier than normal.  I’ve been dropping things, spilling things, and bumping into things with the zeal of a blindfolded toddler as of late.  :/ My Saturday evening would’ve been spent nursing a glass of scotch while looking out windows thoughtfully (don’t ask…don’t ask), but thankfully there was no time for that.  Two of my…