It’s been one of those days when I’ve been taxing my adrenal glands again. Kind of stressed out…

I won’t go into details; nobody’s dying or anything, but there’s just something I want, and I want it NOW, but getting it is taking some work, dangit. Some work, and praying, and just… WORK. And I’ve been WORKING ON THIS BIDNESS ALL DAY.

And getting more and more discouraged as the day goes on. And more and more irritated with certain people who don’t do what they’re supposed to do and leave the mess for someone else to clean up. And then I opened the mail, and it wasn’t the Publisher’s Clearing House win I was hoping for, to say the least….

And on top of that, I was mildly concerned about Susie Joy, because she never pooped all day yesterday or today. Not that that’s a huge deal, but on her, uh, organic liquid diet, babies just normally poop every eight minutes. At least THIS one does. And she’s been a tad bit cranky and not her usual jolly Christmas Elf self.

Like I said, I was mildly concerned. Not hugely concerned, just enough to be on the lookout for some symptoms of something, is alls I’m saying.

And then it happened.