You Know It's A Bad Day When..

.. you have to wear a pair of sunglasses in Morrison's, so no one can see your puffy red eyes. (I wish I were kidding about that).

When the best, most positive part of the day is cleaning the gunk off your keyboard, you know it's a day to forget.

The things I couldn't write about yesterday were still rattling around and making a nuisance of themselves today. They had had all of last night to expand and get bigger. So by this morning they were an all consuming black hole.

The OH is beside himself with worry. Which then makes me feel even worse.
He holds me. He tells me it'll be ok.

He loves me.

And at the end of the day, that is all that matters.