Cranky

I'm trying to be cranky today. Actually, I'm trying not to be cranky, but circumstances conspire against me.

My forecasted 70 degree, partly sunny day has become 66 and cloudy with showers. I stayed home under the covers most of yesterday for less. Where is my gardening weather?! Our local weatherman tells me I may see sun this weekend, but I'm not falling for his rose-colored viewpoint anymore. He's lied to me once too often this year.

While arranging my hair, which continues its 10 day streak of annoying me, I cricked my neck and now I can't turn my head without pain. It's working its way into my shoulder. Yippee!

Mica insists on following me around this morning while screaming at me, and I can't figure out what she wants. She's about to get a boot to the head. (Not really. She's so tiny there's no point. A finger flick could knock her over and she'd still be crying, so why bother?)

I have no idea what I'm going to wear to work, but that's nothing new. I've already donned my thermal underwear. If I add a sweater and wool pants, I might be able to get by without turning on my space heater.

I have a battery that tells me it needs changing, but I can't for the life of me figure out how to disconnect it to replace it. It's stopped beeping anyway. I don't know if that's good or bad. I don't really care.

In The Lost Princess, the Wise Woman tells Rosamund she can never be a princess of anyone until she is princess over her moods.

Well, I'm trying, ma'am, but it ain't easy.

I'm going to do my best to spend the day praising God. Thankfully, He never changes, no matter what mood I'm in.

I'm going to cook some breakfast. If I don't manage to burn my house down, I'll hopefully have something more positive to post tomorrow.

Stay warm.