It is Wednesday, and I am cranky.
I am cranky because I am not in the woods.
I am cranky because I am sore.
I am cranky because I want to go home this evening and I want to stay home.
I am cranky because I cannot go home and stay home this evening. I have a waxing appointment, and then a meeting at the middle school regarding travel soccer.
I am cranky because I had to make a mid-week appointment for a wax rather than a Saturday appointment because of soccer.
I am cranky because I have no produce at home. Not even frozen produce. I want lettuce, and broccoli, and frozen mixed vegetables, but I need to shop.
I am cranky because I don’t have time to shop.
I am cranky because I don’t know when I can go to the chiropractor and have him address my sore hip.
I am cranky because I am tired of calling my representatives in Congress knowing full fucking well they aren’t going to listen to me.
I am cranky because it is cool and rainy. I am cranky because after I don’t get to stay home tonight, I don’t get to stay home tomorrow night, or Friday night.
I am cranky because Dan and I haven’t had time for quality time for us.
I do not want you to try to jolly me out of my crankiness. I also realize that being cranky, about any of these things, is not the end of the world.
But go ahead and tell me what you’re cranky about.