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Today is the first day all week (i.e. the first week of being the only fully mobile person in the house) that I've been in just a really shitty mood.
I know what it is: today is the first major errands-out-of-the-house day all week, and my loathing for that seems to be impacting everything, right down to me oversleeping my target wake-up by about 20-30 minutes.
The combination of that and having (so far) settled into a routine with all the various tasks I'm responsible for at the moment. Good news is the routine works in the sense of getting stuff done, bad news is that I'm not fond of how endless the day seems while doing so.
The shitty mood is obviously sub-optimal. On the upside, if you told me at any point in the last 40 years that I'd go almost a full week without being in a complete shit mood, I'd have either said you were dreaming or asked you what pharma was improving my life.
I feel a bit like Jules in that scene from Pulp Fiction, different context but same tone: "But I'm trying, Ringo. I'm trying real hard
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"I lit another cigarette. Unless I specifically inform you to the contrary, I am always lighting another cigarette." - from a novel by Martin Amis
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