Boo

It's Thursday, halfway through the day, and it already feels like this week has been going on for about 13 days, and will last another ten. I'm not quite sure why - nothing demonstrably, measurably horrible has happened. Work has been busy but not miserable, I'm overscheduled at home but not to the point of insanity, the weather is gray but not doom-laden, and yet I still feel like I'm spending my days slogging through a waist-deep ocean of the Molasses of Maudlin Misery.

Nothing is going quite right. I tried to donate blood yesterday and was deferred - again - for mild anemia. I made pecan shortbread last night, and it crumbled as I took it out of the pan. Still edible, but not pretty. I can't find the liquid pectin I need to make blueberry jellies anywhere. I have to skip dance class tonight in order to get baking done. Another doctor at one of the clinics I do relief work at didn't follow up on one of my cases, and now there are... hiccups. Plans with friends keep getting cancelled or postponed or just falling apart. I bought a new phone, and the store sent me home with the wrong charger.

I feel so petty whining about such little things, but right now they're all adding up to leave me in a place where I feel like nothing in the world can go right. I know that's not true, but even when I try to make a list of things that are going well, as much as I know they exist, I can't think of them.

I need to force-reboot my perspective on the world. I just have to figure out how.....

Whoa

In the interest of fairness, and reporting the good as well as the bad....

Someone put a $5 bill in the penny jar I take from clinic to clinic with me to collect for the Susan G. Komen 3 Day walk.

I managed to get out of work on time today, the office cat I spayed yesterday is doing fine, and a client told me that I made a difference to them, and helped them feel a lot better about a difficult situation.

Our garden is growing like crazy, and we should have enough cucumbers to fully cover this weekend's cooking project with some to spare. Liquid pectin was finally acquired, and blueberry jellies are cooling in the fridge.

The library had both a book on CD and a DVD that I had requested waiting for me, and I found a Carl Hiaasen novel (OK, a collaboration) that I haven't read before while I was browsing the shelves. With a title like 'Naked Came the Manatee,' how can it be anything but awesome?

Best of all, when umbran and I stepped out to walk to the library, we managed to catch the tail end of a five-minute sunshower, and saw the rainbow arcing over our maple tree and the neighbor's house. I may be missing dance class tonight, but it meant that I had enough time to just stand there for a moment and watch it, and appreciate it.

Mood reset - and with luck, I'll be able to keep it that way.