Bad Hair and the Stinks

Bad Hair and the Stinks

After enjoying, relishing and celebrating three delicious days-in-a-row of sun and summer temperatures, this morning I woke to more rain.

All day, it's felt like "one of those days."  I can't hurry; I can't seem to get out of my own way.  I am uncoordinated; I step on the cat.  I forget to remove my watch before showering and don't notice it, until I am all through the shower.  And it's not a waterproof watch!

My hair has an appointment for a cut on Friday, but suddenly it is out-of-control.  I don't know if I can stand it until then; it's too long, it's too fuzzy, it's too everything.

The mosquito light outside isn't working, so our yard is plagued with mosquitoes and black flies, and I'm allergic to them...so I can't go outdoors.  The insects are ravenous and I'm lunch.  There's no getting out of the house.

I feel bloaty and cranky and yes, I have the "stinks."  When we were children, my mother used to make us go out to play in the woodshed when we were all cranked up and couldn't stand ourselves.  She couldn't stand us either and put us outside to "blow the stink off."  It still seems to be a workable term.

I know these days happen to everyone.  I am not alone.  I know it will all dissipate in time, but for now, the "stinks" have me.