Off to work, where things are changing like shifting sands. The minute I think something is stable, everything adjusts. I'm in a bad mood and I fear it's getting worse. I'm eating lunch (at my desk) again. I'm having to work very, very hard to stay engaged and positive. Blah blah. I'm not ungrateful, tho. In this economic nightmare, I regularly say thanks for the job and I do not take it for granted.
Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.
I finally pull myself away from the corporate drain long enough to make a mug of tea. No cup and saucer for me today. I'd be a hazard to it - I might slam it down too hard and chip or break it. If my mood could design a mug, it would create one like above. A sturdy mug is necessary to handle this mood. I'm drinking Genmaicha tea. I want to find the perfect angry poem to match my mood, but none appears.
Maybe I have PMS. Maybe not. But aren't we all entitled to a mug of bad day tea every now and then? I hope to get to a place of peace, like the picture below, soon. Until then, I'll slam down my chunky mug.
*Images from corbis.com