I can tell it's going to be one of those days.
One of those days where the flat grey outside sky oozes in through the windows and sticks to things the way that something undesirably sticky would. And we'll feel so heavy we'll just sit on the floor and the couch all day and our spines will compress so much that we'll have to adjust the rearview mirror on our drive home cause we're 2 inches shorter than we were this morning.
And that's just no good, is it?
So we need to pick ourselves up by the scruff of our necks and tap our fingers to our noses and say "Look here, sister. Get off your hiney and force yourself to do happy things so everyone can have a good day. Quit yer worries, woman!"
So that's what I'm gonna do.