The Stars Are Stacked Against You, Girl. Get Back In Bed.

There really are some days when Mary Chapin Carpenter’s fictional horoscope should be heeded.

Today actually started well enough. A lovely dream, awakened quite peacefully by a combination of cat and alarm clock radio. Even time for a little breakfast. Then I got to work and really wished I’d stayed in bed.

I totally screwed up. I know it. I admit it. It was totally my fault. And that sucks, because I fancy myself Wonder Woman and I hate screwing up. I really do.

Plus I’m either getting a cold or having massive allergy attacks for no reason. Either way, I’m sneezing like a … actually I don’t have a simile. I’m sneezing a lot. There.

It doesn’t sound too bad when you put it down on paper (or screen), but I feel like crawling under my covers and returning to my lovely dream. There was a beach in Australia and a beautiful young man. Nuff said.