I could not be in much worse of a mood than I am.
Nothing singularly bad has happened. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Truthfully, I went to bed on the wrong side as well, and just woke up where I got in.
There are things I could complain about. Things that are N-related. Things that are not (like how all my family’s various Chanukah/Christmas/New Year’s plans have been turned topsy-turvy by COVID). Things that are work-related, things that are family-related.
The truth is, though, that my life is pretty spectacular, notwithstanding the stressors. All the big things, all the things that truly matter? They’re going great. Family. Friends. Work. My insides. My outsides. It’s all good.
I just feel shitty today.