Rotten day. Not all of it. The awful stuff started after lunch. We had a firm holiday lunch, which was pleasant. Then, news from several fronts.
Bad part is, I can't blog about any of the upsetting stuff.Some of it is financial.
I got home about 4:30, and Mother was irritated with Mike. All he'd eaten all day was two doughnuts. He just got out of the shower when I got home. I made ihm eat some crackers and a piece of pumpkin bread. He rode with me to the post office, to mail off a present to a friend of my moms in Augusta.
The weather was grey and chilly. Not cheerful at all.
I came home and made a fritatta for dinner, and had a piece of pumpkin bread. Then Michael and I watched an episode of Seinfeld and part of Horse Feathers. The Marx Brothers always cheer me up, a bit.
There's a great song by Mary Chapin Carpenter called The Bug. "Sometimes you're the windshield. Sometimes you're the bug."
Today was a definitely a bug day.
Maybe a good night's sleep will make tomorrow go better...
