The sky looks like an old tin pot here today and if yesterday I was oozing gratitude and contentment like a happy old cow, today I'm having to force myself to find the good and that, too, is me.
Even the sight of the bluebirds this morning didn't delight me as much as it should have and I need to take a walk and I need to go to the grocery store and the boys are coming this afternoon.
Maybe my mood is dream-induced because the dreams I CAN remember were not happy. I kept yelling at people and getting my feelings hurt and so forth. What was the point of that, brain? And I woke up one million times and I swear to you, I think Mr. Moon and I wake each other up all night long although you'd think that after thirty-something years of sleeping together it would be like the train which our brains just decide not to notice but it's not.
I better go drink my delicious and healthy smoothie and take that walk and get on with it.
Sorry to be so boring but it's Monday morning and the sky is dull and so am I.