Out of sorts

I'm feeling generally cranky tonight.

It's hot.

My washing machine is on its way out. My house is a mess. I spent all afternoon at church working on financial stuff and didn't even get to what I went there to do.

I'm past forty and suddenly the strategies of watching what I eat that used to help take off an extra ten pounds relatively quickly have given me a three pound loss in five weeks.

I probably should just go to bed and read the latest Lincoln Child book. I know I'll feel better in the morning.