which is okay. I was in no place for gratitude. I was in a MOOD, and I can only blame part of it on hormones.
This morning has not started much better. I was awakened at 6:30 by growly, grumpy puppies, a ferociously sore from the cold pit bull (who, since I have been chastised roundly for apparently abusing her or something, I am no longer disciplining, period) and I have burst into tears for no reason twice.
I am trying very hard to be grateful for something, because I have no reason not to be. I'm alive, I have a job, I have enough yarn to knit a bomb shelter if the apocalypse comes, and I'm done with the edit from you know where.
Ponders. Nope. Still in a foul mood.
Maybe by tonight I'll be able to get past it and be grateful girl.