yesterday i felt like there was some kind of doom on the horizon; like i was waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop. yesterday, i was tense, tired and hungry all day. Merlin was gnawing on my nerves like crabs on a hooker. i didn't want to be the "go-to" guy at work. i didn't want to handle the things that other people couldn't figure out, nor did i want to be at the whim of the higher-ups. i just wanted to punch my card and leave: "half the song, half the dance, and out" (Gypsy). i don't know why, i just felt socially claustrophobic. maybe i'm going crazy? maybe i'm PMS-ing? hey, it could happen; i'm surrounded by women, 5 days a week, 50 weeks a year. that's gotta do something, right? plus knowing i was going to miss the Hero's season finale, because of a Pampered Chef team meeting, didn't help my disposition, lemme tell you. add to that the weekend's non-stop pace and the fact the the mister and i have been fighting more than usual over the most trivial things (and some that aren't so trivial) and you have somebody desperate for a Calgon moment or some black tar heroin.
anyway, that was yesterday. today is a better day. the birds are chirping. Rufus and Tori are warbling. any tension between the hubby and i has seemingly dissolved. even the work gods are smiling...for now...
thanks for asking, MS. i love you.
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