I tried. I really, really tried. I ignored the Carpenter's "Rainy Days and Mondays" lyrics in my head (although it was drizzling when I got up). I gave myself a pep talk. I put on a big smile.
Yet, it is still Monday and insists on being so until midnight tonight, damn it.
And WHAT a Monday too. It is one of those days when I truly ask myself WHY I do the work I do. It seems like every time I turn something in, it comes back asking for changes, revisions, expansion, reduction---argh. Don't editors understand that when I send it to them I never, ever, ever want to see it again? I want my money and that's it. I'm done. Apparently they overlook this fine detail. My entire day has been spent on making changes, looking up obscure references and wondering what it must be like to retire. . . .
Then, to put all of it in perspective, I found out that my editor/friend's son was killed over the weekend in a motorcycle accident. He was 32--her only child--and dad to three little ones. It made me take my whineiness and stuff it away while taking a moment to hug my kids a little tighter than usual.
On the bright side, Nicole had a date with a new boy this morning and it went pretty darn well. I am down another 3 pounds. I'm almost not hungry anymore. Spring is coming. My blood pressure is dropping.
Now if the Carpenters would quit singing to me, I would be all set.