This all together thunder.
I wake up and take the dog for a walk. The morning of my birthday it was a grey misty walk, a soft pattering morning. I was soothed by it — but the day was a wash. I was sad, and tired, and was slammed at work.
Yesterday it was mild and still. The nesting geese and ducks on the pond scolded us as we walked. I came home and instead of going back to bed for an hour I got a start on my day, making to do lists and writing a letter to a friend. I felt bolstered and better and ready for the day. Then I got to work and it was a wash. Again.
I woke up just before 6 this morning, not happy. I hate the mornings at the best of times. I dragged myself awake and took the dog to the long walk at Bass River instead of the short walk at the dog park. It’s beautiful; this morning the water was mirror smooth. And yes, it’s nice to be out before everyone else, to have quiet. To walk and think.
But I’m cranky. I’m stressed and sad and unhappy with work this week and just cranky.
I want a long break.