I've been in a funk all week. I wouldn't consider it feeling sorry for myself, because I try not to do that, but I kinda feel like if I look up I'll catch a glimpse of a tiny storm cloud hovering over my head.
Wow, that really sounds like self pity, doesn't it.
In attempting to clear away the cloud, I've been trying to pinpoint the source of my foul mood. I think part of it can be attributed to not enjoying this time of year. The holidays are over, it's very cold, and currently there is nothing on my calendar to look forward to. Also I miss my dog. Lots. The house seems so empty without him and I continue to expect to see him drowsily shuffling into the kitchen post-nap as he was wont to do.
I'm trying to shift my attentions to Lucy, but she is (so to speak) not playing ball. I took her in the car to get coffee with me the other day, an activity Mel loved, and she cried the whole way. I try to give her goodnight hugs and she growls at me. Sweet as she is and as much as I love her, she's not Mel.
I need to clear my head, and I need to do it quickly. Yesterday I was grouchy with both my mother and Ryan and that was unfair to them. Sorry, guys.
Thanks for putting up with my moody post - it does make me feel marginally better to write about it. I was going to post a taste test of my Christmas stocking gift, "Bacon Mints", but Lucy enjoyed them before I could.
Lucy craves the delicious taste of bacony aluminum