A Foul Day, A Foul Mood

I was wrong last night about the weather being fine today and bad on Thursday. Gusty wind blew all night and this morning and the weather cracked up before noon with rain and severe cold. It was no fun at all although I did manage to get a bit of bookwork done, after a small bit of picking. I have nothing much to sell at the moment.

It's been one of those days when everything annoys me. The dogs and chooks have irritated, every time I go out the door they seem to be underfoot. Tonight Pip especially has sooked and grizzled, and wants to sit on the chair she wants to sit on, not the one I have prepared for her. She really wants my lap but I'm up and down. In the end I put her outside with her coat on, much to her disgust as she's been sleeping inside most of winter.

Most of all my thoughts are annoying me. Politics, business, local council, customers, whatever runs through my brain annoys me. The boys are in and out of the room I tried to watch TV in, rattling cups and getting snacks, making noise and mess, nothing on TV appealed, I turned it off. Now this blog is annoying me.

Why? I can't tell you. I feel like I'm going stir crazy. But I'm not in jail. Or am I, in some sort of mental prison created by bad weather and media bombardment about carbon tax, gay marriage, escalating utility prices, financial crisis, the Olympic games, my miserable football team? There's so much I want to do before our Fiji trip in a week. I just want to get stuff done, but there's so much stuff and so little time. I am stir crazy. Everything is needling me. I feel my fuse burning.

I'm about to retire but before I do I'll brown some mince meat and toss it in the crockpot with onions and garlic and tinned tomatos etc for a spaghetti sauce while I take green tea. Maybe then I'll be soothed enough to sleep.

For sure I need a holiday.