Well that turned out to be a bad decision I left the warmth of my house and headed to the grocery store. I had to order a cake and pick up a few groceries. As I looked for items on my list, I noticed that a. a lot of the stuff I wanted was not there. Grrr. b. there were SO MANY people. And yes, I admit wanting to ram a few with my cart while yelling "GET OUT OF MY WAY, DAMMIT!" It was like a Saturday there. (That store is closed on Sunday and it's completely overwhelmed on Saturdays.) Finally -- without my popsicle sticks, boxed chicken stock and roasted red peppers, might I add -- I got in a checkout line. "WHAT are all these people doing here?!," I wondered to myself. And then. Then I realized. It's a [expletive] holiday. No wait, I mean "holiday." See, I just happen to be off today. Not because of a "holiday." In my business, there are no holidays. Insert your own joke (and a guess if you want) here. So now I'm back at home in a much worse mood than when I went out. Because, see, I was just FINE before I went out. Oh yes. And I forgot to mention that a woman running a stop sign almost hit me. No, no. Not my car. ME. My self. My actual person. I hate her. OK, I'm better now. Thanks for listening, blog. I love you, blog. I'm going to shed this itchy sweater, make some soup and then return to reading my book.