My husband and I were restless last night. I guess he was having a series of dreams about work, and I was worrying about something that hasn't even happened yet and probably won't, and I couldn't get back to sleep. I finally conked out as the alarm went off, and that is a mighty frustrating feeling. I feel like my fur has been rubbed all wrong. Yes, I feel a fur pelt on my back, like wolfwoman Jane. The walk with the dogs helped improve my mood, and sending an email about the thing I was worrying over. It's amazing how the mind busies itself with problems it both invents and expands upon.
There are probably a number of things I should be concerned about, but I can't think of any of those right now, so I'd best be getting back to the here and now. The possibly-in-the-future scenarios are really wasting my valuable time. I have an exercise video to do, I need eggs and fruit, and must make the phone calls I was going to last night but put off.
So if you bump into anyone growling like a bear whose hibernation has been disturbed, it's just me, attempting to shrug off a dose of irritability the size of a grizzly.
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