You know, sometimes you just get up and know.
Today's gonna suck. Postive thinking aside, I just know it is. (Now I know the Tolle, Ray, May followers are gonna tell me it's all in my mindset, but sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's the universe out to nail your ass to the wall.)
Maybe it has to do with the stars, or the fact that I was out way too late last night listening to a guy with a fringe of hair around his head play the harp guitar until the cows came home. That's neither here nor there, I knew the moment the alarm rang at 5am that I was not going to be a happy camper today. The cats were irritating, the dogs were irritating and I resisted the urge to give the animals begging for their food a wee little kick with my foot as they milled about my legs, screaming at me. But somehow that irritation was nothing compared to what I felt when I finally rousted the husband. Him, I wanted to melt to a puddle of goo at my feet just for breathing.
I can't wait to get the teens up and see how I feel about them.
Anyhoo...last night I went to see this dude. Super talented and his music made me weep at times... at other times I found it confusing. You know, when each note was lovely but didn't seem to fall into a coherently whole pattern? Esoteric and cerebral, overthought? Maybe... but some of it was spot on perfect. And it's not like I know a lot about music anyway. And it's much like writing... very subjective. But we did stay out way too late for a Sunday night.
I also have two articles I need to finish up.
All I really want to do is finish up Laguna, eat the rest of my Cherry Garcia and go back to bed.