Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Goes the clock.
I dislike Sunday evenings.
Especially when they are cold, snowy Sunday evenings - snow that is supposed to continue to fall into my morning commute. How's that for a Monday morning buzzkill? Like Monday mornings even need a buzzkill because hello? It's Monday morning. That alone is a buzzkill. Add a layer of snow on top of a Monday morning and bleah. No joy.
I am totally off tonight.
Grumpy. Disinterested. Misanthropic.
Homemade chili and cornbread with butter and honey did nothing to improve my mood. The thought that I've already got pot roast all ready to go in the crock pot for tomorrow is soliciting no more than a resounding meh.
Not even Vinny cuddles are having any impact.
I think I'll go call my mom. Hopefully that'll help.
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