It’s raining and wasn’t supposed to. I got up late, it’s cold (for LA, and considering it was 100 Monday and Tuesday), the auto mechanic we had an appointment with canceled last minute because of a medical emergency, I need to do laundry, I need to go grocery shopping, I have terrible heartburn (so bad I had to go to the school nurse and get some Tums, for the second day in a row), something I did at work yesterday was really wrong, which mean I had to redo the project and felt terrible because I should have triple-checked my work, and it’s almost 2 o’clock and I am just now sitting down to look at my “to do” list from yesterday.
All in all, I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. And I am crabby.
But, it’s almost Friday. So that’s something.
You could move to Australia. That’s what Alexander is always threatening to do.