Today was one of those days where nothing in particular went wrong, but overall it still felt like a bad day. Maybe bad is too harsh a word- it felt like a blah day. Melancholy? I think I'm getting closer to what I mean, but I'll stop the branching synonym game here. Everything is going well, but I'm still trying to slide back into my schedule after our trip and random to-do's seem to keep cropping up that feel like they're sidetracking me, even though I know they're not since they have to be done.
On an unrelated topic, I also feel like I'm hitting a wall in my relationship with Blogger. I mean, I make fun of it periodically, and I toy with the idea of switching to WordPress, but frankly I'm a bit paranoid that somewhere in the transfer from Blogger to WordPress my blog will be inadvertently lost. While it's just a random collection of my thoughts and pictures and ramblings on about the Pacific garbage patch and walking shelter dogs, I'd still like for it to not disappear in transit. I'm sure this is a foolish paranoia based in my shaky understanding of the witchcraft and fairy magic that makes HTML code work, but still, it's there. Actually, over all that is probably just good old fashioned laziness at moving. We'll see where that takes me in the coming weeks.
For now, I'll leave you with this suggestion- if you ever want some cheap birth control, pop on by your local grocery store at, say, 5:30 on a weekday afternoon. It's terrifying. The children I encountered today at my local Sprouts- which I still love and patronize despite their shortcomings in certain areas-were so hellish and obnoxious that I swear, at one point, my ovaries most likely detached themselves, slid down my fallopian tubes like a game of Chutes and Ladders, and hastily put a "CLOSED FOR BUSINESS" sign on top of my uterus. It's going to take union strike style negotiations for me to convince them to come back I'm afraid.
With that last nugget of wisdom imparted I'm going to bed. G'nite kittens.