Every now and then I have a spasm of stress. It sucks, makes me very iritable, and, during said spasm, I tend to get weepy.
I had one yesterday morning. I'm pretty sure that if a psychic had seen me, she (or he) would have said my aura was inky black, only penetrated by flashes of the deadliest lightning.
Sounds fun, huh?
My day did get a little better when I got a surprise delivery at work... an old issue of Cooking with Paula Deen that I had spent the past two months trying to track down. I was pretty jazzed about that.
Then, our intern said something that really hit a cord with me.
She said, "And the world keeps on spinning."
She said it more to herself than to me and it was about a completely unrelated subject to my foul mood, but it made me smile, and suddenly I felt better.
She is so wise.
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