Blargh.

It’s one of those days today. Everyone I know is out of sorts and grumpy and just wants to go back to bed. Maybe it’s the political climate, maybe it’s the non-stop dreary weather (I just heard it might SNOW in Talkeetna tomorrow), or maybe some Divine Other is screwing with us. I don’t know and I don’t care. I just want it to stop.

This morning I got up feeling like my head was about to explode thinking of all the things I have to do. The tub was full of freezing cold water and half a million toy animals from the Bug’s bath last night. Nothing wakes you up in the morning like sticking your hand in icy old bathwater to fish a kimodo dragon out of the drain.

The Bug needs to get his annual check-up for school. I need to call his drum teacher about resuming lessons. The dog needs her prescription filled. The cat kept me awake by meowing all night because his water bowl was empty. The kitchen sink is full of unwashed dishes. The recycling needs its own apartment.

There’s more. A lightbulb in the bedroom is out, and because my husband’s out of town and I can’t reach it myself without a ladder, I got dressed in the dark and came to work wearing a shirt which I thought was black but actually turned out to be purple. And let’s not even talk about my office, which looks like Hurricane Ike made a pit stop in downtown Anchorage.

I know these are petty irritations compared to the larger demons out there in the world, but they all add up to the mental equivalent of a giant hairball. I just want to cough it all out of my brain somehow.

Hack, hack.