It's after the July 4th holiday.

It's bright and sunny outside.

BlogHer is but ten days away.

My sailboat is now rigged.

I don't have time to do anything fun during the work week.

I'm having a bit of trouble with focus.

Last night at dinner I was antsy and irritable, thinking about race relations in the United States and the layer of slime that insists on living on my kitchen floor no matter how many times we clean it and the long summer of presidential mud-slinging that's sure to come and this incredibly mind-boggling task I'm doing at work that totally blows and any matter of other things that make me antsy and irritable. 

Me: "I'm grumpy."

Beloved:  "Why?"

Me:  "I don't know why.  I just am.  Wah."

Little Angel: "Mommy, you're whining.  You know we don't whine."

Damn.  She's right.  Let me just reach down and pull that burr out of my ass.