I am in the. most. foul. mood. I have no right driving or being in public. God bless those who cross my path today. I can hardly stand my own self, let alone having to deal with others.
Normally, I'd say the dogs will help me through this but so far, Hunny's in the same state of mind as me, grumbling at passersby. And my morning walk with Gizmo was more challenging than usual. That little wild child must've had one cooped up weekend. She kept me moving - but once we stopped, I was back to being foul.
No one can do anything to my liking. Nothing is easy. Everything is difficult. I want to go back to bed and start all over again. No, that's not even true. I want to go back to bed and get up tomorrow. A whole new day.
If I could see beyond this mood, I might be able to look forward to it passing. For now though, I'm stuck. Stuck in a muddy-mood-Monday! Blah!