One of Those Days

I weighed myself this morning to find I had gained three pounds despite healthy eating and daily exercise.

I dropped my phone and cracked the screen.

I found three crises waiting for me at work, one of which was caused by my failure to correct an error I spent more than an hour trying to correct yesterday.

I had to drop a wad of cash on medical bills from Beloved Spouse's surgery in May.

I got a letter from the city saying the grass along my fence in the alley is too long and I need to cut it or face a citation. (I admit, I haven't cut it during our streak of 100+ degree days, which currently stands at 34. On the other hand, during that streak, the grass has grown less than an inch a week. You do the math.)

In case you didn't read closely, it's been 100+ degrees for 34 days in a row. I walked the dog at 9:30 last night. It was full dark and still 103 degrees.

My personal e-mail got hacked (again) and started sending random messages about Viagra and car parts to all my contacts.

It's one of those days.

On the other hand:

My measurements haven't changed, so the weight gain is probably water and, uh, backup.

My phone still works, and the crack is at the very top of the screen and doesn't obscure the view.

The crises were averted.

I have excellent health insurance, which so many people don't, and can afford to pay what it didn't cover (at least in installments).

The grass will take five minutes to cut - and it won't grow back until it rains and/or gets cooler. Sometime next year, I figure.

We replaced our air conditioner last year, and it's doing a great job keeping the house cool during the ridiculous heat.

I don't know how to put a positive spin on the e-mail thing, except that most of my friends aren't dumb enough to think I'm actually trying to sell them Viagra. If I were going to spam my friends, I'd do it with adorable pictures of baby sloths.

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It's called looking on the bright side. Pincers McGee wouldn't recognize me.

Don't worry, I'll find something to rant about later. My cheeks are already getting sore from this fake smile. 

I don't know how you happy people do it.