Cranky/Thankful

This picture has nothing to do with this post but it's a touch of brightness in my dark, dark world.

It is Monday of the week that contains the official Best Day of the Year. I am still in my fluffy chenille robe at 8:30 a.m.; I am officially on vacation. I broke out the good brand of beans to make today's extra-bracing cappuccino and it's steaming on the table beside me.

So why am I so cranky?

I think I may have a touch of the poor pitifuls along with the horrendous virus that has invaded my sinus cavities and bronchial tubes. Yesterday the preacher told us to give thanks in all circumstances. (Pffft. He doesn't have my bronchials right now.) Anyway, I thought I would give a point-by-point comparison of things I'm cranky about and things I'm thankful for, beginning with the fact that I resisted the temptation to call this post "cranky/thanky" and thereby maintained my self-respect.

I'm cranky because: This cold makes me feel all kinds of horrid and all I want to do is go back to sleep on a day when my schedule called for me to revel in the exuberance of being alive and unscheduled for the day.

I'm thankful because: My big deadline came and went on Friday, and I don't have to worry about this particular deadline for the next three months! Woo!


I'm cranky because: It was MY birthday and MY anniversary last week and Husband was swept up in taking care of his aging mother and even after 28 years it would be nice to stop for just a moment and gaze into each other's virus-riddled eyes.

I'm thankful because: Wow. Twenty-eight years. And he's still the one that makes me laugh, still the one who's my better half, we're still havin' fun, and he's still the one. (Sing it with me!)



(I could add a cranky about Orleans's mis-use of "that" and "who" in the lyrics of this song, but that might be perceived as nitpicky.)


I'm cranky because: Today I was going to sleep in until Cinderella's bluebirds of happiness awakened me, but instead I was up at the crack of dawn (for someone in a particularly northern latitude) to call the doctor's office to make an appointment for someone, and it was not for my own disease-ridden self.

I'm thankful because: All of the Boys are healthy! (Well, except for Boy#4, who sprained his foot during a particularly exuberant marching band maneuver, but while I'm sympathetic, I'm more amused than concerned.)

Okay. Feeling better now that I've shared my pain with the internet. Y'all are pretty good medicine.

Thanky!