You ever just wake up in a mood? A really, really foul one?
The kind where you aren’t sure if you should just razor open the big veins in your legs or go on a Seth-like rumble across 3 states.

Yeah, that was me this morning.
There were a variety of rasons that I was feeling that way. Some of them big, most of them tiny. Lots and lots of tiny, though. It didn’t help that the MIL called and woke me up either.

I’m feeling better – thanks out to you, you know who you are – and not quite so, well violent. Which is all to the good, so far as I’m concerned. Its harder than hell to tease me out of a funk.