Deep breath in.
I feel better.
I missed you yesterday but you didn't want to hear from me. I was one big ill pill. I was glad to go to work, hoping that my clients would cheer me up. (Aren't I a gem, putting that unasked responsibility on them?)
You'll be relieved to know (and you too, bear, sir) that I feel back to my perky self today. I don't know what THAT was about. There was no real reason to spark that grumpy attack that lasted pretty much all day long.
Well now, back to our regularly scheduled programming which will include me running around like a chicken with it's head chopped off doing errands and creating new and urgent errands that MUST be done before this big trip. Like I've suddenly decided that I need a new tote that will be useful for carrying gloves and scarves when not in use along with snacks and other stowed items that might be needed. Never mind that I have just the thing in my closet. It is rendered useless by the big splashy cabbage roses on a baby blue background that make it look like a pair of pajamas. I just can't envision my suave self in chic black wool coat, huddled under my new green cloche hat, with a cabbage rose pajama bag hanging from my shoulder. However, if I don't find what I need, I very well may lower myself to stylistically challenged standards. (Ack! My breathing quickens as I consider that.)
Where is the line drawn between having a cavalier sense of fashion that in itself becomes chic and just being an embarrassment to yourself as well as the rest of the world?
Maybe my journey will begin to unlock some of these questions that will have such an impact on generations to come.