It is a gorgeous day - sunny, warm but not hot. The huge, office-politics charged projects are done and off my desk. It will be a lazy day at work, doing catch up and taking a quick walk or two out in the sun at break time. There is an inch thick buffalo sirloin waiting at home for dinner.
So why am I Ms. Crankypants?
Why have designers given us only oversized "satchels' and "shoppers" for purse choices for the last several years? What's wrong with a smaller, less pack-mulish handbag?
Why does the city/county/state insist on road projects that compete with one another - the alternate route given for a city road project takes you through a construction area for a county road project, et cetera, et cetera?
Why does the rainy/stormy/cold/muggy weather always arrive for the weekend - especially holiday weekends?
Why is the government that theoretically serves at my pleasure doing everything it can to squelch free speech, govern by intimidation and generally behave like a socialist/communist despot?
Why did I step on the scale this morning?
All of life's unanswerable questions. I'm hoping that repeated applications of coffee, while not providing the answers, will at least keep me from killing my coworkers, most of whom I like.