Hrm

Come to think of it, I was possibly a bit harsh yesterday. Now, I cannot deny that yesterday was No Fun. But I did feel a bit bad when CT Skyped me this afternoon to say he hoped he wasn't too much a part of that. He wasn't. A part, yes, but not too much a part.

It was just one of those days that didn't go well from start to finish. A dense loaf of mild but irritating work frustration, ugly weather, uncomfortable clothes, bad skin, inevitable but not happy news. An icing made of misunderstanding and disappointment. An unsatisfying yoga class being the cherry on top.

One of those things? Okay. A couple of those? Sheesh.

All of those?

One crappy crappy slice of life.

I've still got the aftertaste, but only traces, really. I suspect that a glass of wine over dinner in the Back House tonight might cleanse my palate completely.