There is a decorative sign that says, “Sometimes I wake up crabby, and sometimes I let him sleep.” It usually comes in both a “him” and “her” version.  Today I felt like the “her” version.  I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed – the side with the wall on it – and that is never a good thing.

I have to say that I have known that an attack of crabby was inevitable as this weekend had to include another marathon session of sorting, purging, giving away and reordering of my house.  This living on two levels and having to deal with the chalky dust from the disembodied lower level throughout the house is getting really old (eight weeks worth of old).

On Thanksgiving my son Cory moved my desktop computer upstairs to a corner of my kitchen table.  I simply could not use it downstairs anymore given the dust, lack of heat and generally depressing aura that has settled in down there.  That used to be my most used level, but it is apparent that the feng shui down there is way off – my chi is just not flowing like it should.

So, I woke up crabby and I carried my delightfulness with me throughout the day while I went about doing tasks that I mostly find wholly unpleasant.  The good news is, I am almost done with what seems like the never ending task of sorting, purging, giving away and reordering and I am now going to share my joy with the insurance company via a long detail-filled letter.  The day (or more accurately – the night) is looking up and with any luck no one will wake up crabby tomorrow – she’ll sleep in. 😉

Day five hundred and nine of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C