After getting all must-do’s done Friday morning, my mind hiccupped itself into a tizzy.
While I’m used to the daily twinges of crazy, yesterday’s full-blown spasmodic attack of mad was a wee-bit disheartening. The “let’s bruise ourselves black and blue” gremlins were particularly chatty in the head.
Strong arming myself not to strong arm myself was loony enough to actually work. I am proud to report that I retired last night with nary a bloom of bruise, cut or scrape upon me.
The level of stupid in my life amazes even me.