Well I had an incredibly crappy morning.
The dog ate something that messed up his stomach, and he had a nice bout of diarrhea at some point in the evening. (He had been farting pretty badly last night, so I really hoped the stench when I came downstairs was just that. It wasn't.)
Then, while cleaning it up, I accidentally spilled the bucket with the nasty water and poop back onto the floor, making and even bigger mess. I had to get out the bleach to properly disinfect half the kitchen. As I was leaving, my wife asked about breakfast. I told her I'd get something to eat at the office cafeteria. I didn't feel like eating at that point.
I'll probably go back over all of it when I get home tonight.