Carpe Crabby

One of my girls started a new job today and she texted me that she was out to lunch with "the gang".  She sounded very upbeat and I told her I liked the way she was going to "Carpe Diem". 

When I woke up this morning I had every intention of doing the same.  I would look positively toward this new day.  That lasted as long as it took me to get out of bed.  I was still in pain from my last physical therapy session, and didn't get much sleep because of it.  Today is a new PT day, but I have until 3pm to relax, or so I thought.  My therapist called and asked if she could come in the morning instead.  Since I had no reason to say no, she was on her way.  We got through our session and I decided I needed a nap...badly.  The phone rang six times, and even if I turn the one by my bed off, I can still hear the others ringing.  Five of the six calls appeared to be kids playing games.  Then the yipper dogs next door seem to never stop yipping.  Our houses are so close I could open my window and spit on them and believe me, I wanted to do more then spit. 

I finally gave up.  I got up with a headache, and feeling very crabby.  I decided it was time to try to cook a little something...cooking relaxes me.  I made a pot of minestrone soup. 

I don't know what the message is in all this.  I do know that crabby begets more crabby and it's best to refocus on something else.  I no longer feel so crabby, the soup feels good going down and the yippers have finally shut up. 

Tomorrow, once again, I hope to Carpe Diem and not Carpe Crabby, and maybe spit on a dog if I have to.

~It is well with my soul