Day 275. What Gives?

Geez!  Something’s in the air.  And it ain’t pretty.  At least it’s how my day went yesterday.  Tell you the truth, I’m not so sure I want to venture outside today.  If it’s anything like yesterday was, I’d just as soon stay home.  By myself.  Alone with my cats.  With the ringer off on my phone.  No email.  No texting.  No nothing.

Locked in the bathroom.

It started off well enough.

Gorgeous sunny day.  Something like the fourth or fifth in a row.  Nice and warm.  Everyone should be happy, for God sake.

Winter’s barely a memory.

The trees are full of pretty, new green leaves.  No bare branches at all.  Flowers are popping up everywhere.  Gardens look so pretty.  And fresh.  Planters are filled.  So are window boxes.  Sidewalk cafes are packed.  Girls are wearing sandals.  And pretty frocks.  In prints.  And pastels.  And bright colours.  Guys are walking around without their jackets and ties, shirt sleeves rolled up.

Everyone’s wearing sunglasses.  Everyone with a convertible’s driving with the top down.  Streets are full of people.  Parks are jammed.  Cyclists are out in full force.  So are rollerbladers.  And moms pushing strollers and carriages.  And dads playing ball and shooting hoops with their sons.

You can’t get an appointment at a day spa to save your life.  Everyone’s going for manicures and pedicures.  Days are longer.  It’s still light out at 8:00 p.m.  It’s bright when we wake up in the morning.

Everyone should be happy.  Ya think?

Finally, some decent weather.  After a long, cold, miserable winter.  Finally.

Everyone should be happy.  In a good mood.  Ya think?

Not yesterday!  Not in my world.  I hope yours was better, but mine was a bitch!

No matter where I was.  No matter where I turned.  I was confronted with crabby people.  Impatient people.  Nasty people.  Rude people.  Ungrateful people.  Angry people.  Grumpy people.  Scowling people.  Frowning people.  Unhappy people.  Downright obnoxious people.

Put me right off, I don’t mind telling you.

I woke up with a smile.  Bounced out of bed.  Excited to greet the new day.

Sure didn’t last long.

Ruined my whole day, if you want to know.  I tried not to let it get to me, but it kept happening.  Over and over again.  One miserable human after another.  There’s only so long you can ignore it, you know.  Sooner or later, it’s got to get to you.  I tried.  I really did.

But get to me, it did.  I could feel it.  Like bile rising in my throat.  Sour.  Burning.  Uncomfortable.  Annoying.

Which aggravated me all the more.  Because I really wanted to have a good day.  A nice day.  A happy day.

Wasn’t meant to be, I guess.

Ended up with a headache.  Tired as hell.  Cranky myself.  Could not wait to get home.

Did not want to see anyone.  Did not want to talk to anyone.  Did not want to read.  Or watch TV.  Or listen to music.  Just wanted to go home.  Just wanted to curl up in a little ball.

Felt like forever until the elevator door opened on my floor.  Couldn’t unlock my door fast enough.  Threw myself down on my bed.  Closed my eyes.  And all of a sudden I felt a cold, wet nose on my face.  Bartlett.  One of my cats.  Next thing I knew he was head butting me.

He knew I’d had a shitty day.

Then I heard a squeak and another warm, furry body curled up on my chest.  Lots of purring going on.  Sundance.  My other cat.

He knew I’d had a shitty day, too.

We stayed like that for quite a while.  And suddenly, I forgot all about the lousy day I’d had.

Is there a full moon?  Does anybody know?

Just in case, I’m staying home today.  You know.  As a precaution.