“Some days are born ugly. From the very first light they are no damn good what ever the weather, and everybody knows it. No one knows what causes this, but on such a day people resist getting out of bed and set their heels against the day. When they are finally forced out by hunger or job they find that the day is just as lousy as they knew it would be.” – John Steinbeck, “Sweet Thursday”

It’s a sad fact of life (mine, at least) that no amount of organization – washi tape and cute stickers in planners, dinners carefully plotted and shopped for, weekends spent doing laundry and filling empty tanks with gas – can really offset a week that is just determined to be bad. It’s also a fact that some weeks aren’t bad because anything bad actually happens, but because I am somehow incapable of viewing anything that happens as good. This may not make any sense but it’s been my reality this week in particular.

This week I hate my job, and everyone is on my nerves and asking for ridiculous things at the last minute that I can’t accomplish and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. I don’t want to work out because I’m sick of the treadmill and then I’m more miserable because I haven’t worked out. I haven’t gotten any natural light in days and all of my pants are too tight. This week the cats have run out of Prozac and are bickering and yowling at odd hours of the night and waking everybody up. This week I tried new recipes from new cookbooks that Miss L ended up hating and by the way she can’t find her tights for dance.

This week I have to watch more squawking Republicans on television while they try to make lame excuses for their morally and ethically bankrupt President who is so undeserving of any sort of defense that it’s enough to gag a maggot off a gut wagon, as my grandmother is wont to say (although not about Trump, sadly).

I’m sure next week will be better and I am TRYING TO REMEMBER TO EXPRESS GRATITUDE AND NOT PISSINESS DAMN IT.

Thank you for listening to my rant and I will be back soon with an improved attitude (IF IT KILLS ME).

In the meantime, a few things that I’ve used as sandbags this week against the creeping tide of irritation.

still getting up early!

sneaky handknits for my work commutes…

I don’t even need gold; just maybe a week or so of vacation