Over the last couple of days I have to confess I am finding very little humor in anything. Crappy weather, not enough sleep, grumpy people, back to work, back to commuting to work, back to trying to find a parking spot at work, back to juggling three sports events in one day, back to the alarm going off at some nasty, unnatural hour and the cherry on top: back to trying to get the delinquents to do some homework. Seriously thinking of becoming a “nature journalist” whose central focus is, of course, warm climates and umbrella drinks. I have my Grump on that’s for sure. The running commentary going through my head right now involves some words I can’t say but they include I don’t give a fat flying…..
So if I am asked some time in the near future what I think of something, please don’t take my answer personally. There is a good chance I might just say what comes to mind and it isn’t looking to promising that it might be all sunshine and roses. Unless of course you are asking how I feel about having won the lottery. That will be a completely different answer. One can still hope, right?
