Little things have been getting to me lately. For example:
Why is it cloudy today? I was supposed to walk in the pool for ambulation exercise before PT at 5 this afternoon. But, instead of warm, balmy, sultry weather, the afternoon was filled with lowering clouds that couldn't even manage to drop a drizzle of rain on my yard. Cool, cloudy and dry, with just enough wind to be more than annoying - the weather was ruining my plans without even as much as a trickle of moisture to enhance the landscape and make up for my pissiness.
I know, I know. I could be living on the banks of the overflowing Mississippi, but then again no I couldn't because I picked a spot with as few natural disasters as I could imagine. No earthquakes. No hurricanes. Above the flood plain. I still managed to get myself shot here, but no one can blame the weather for that.
As the title indicates, denizens, this post is drivel.
What else is absurdly ticking me off?
How about the woman in the gigantic SUV who parked right next to The Schnozz today. She was fully enclosed in her spot, as I was in mine. My door could open far enough to allow me to swing my leg inside. But I couldn't see on-coming cars over the hugeness that was my new neighbor, and there were three other spots available, none of them right next to me, and she sure looked fit enough to walk from any of them to the nail salon and she was the only person in the vehicle. Did she really need to take a tank to get a manicure?
I was peeved.
There were odd footprints in the courtyard's newly laid gravel mulch this morning. I would guess they belong to javelina, but the gate was closed and the peccary don't jump. It's not bobcat nor coyote nor bird. I'm flummoxed.
Great. I'm being invaded by beings from outerspace. Beings that don't even care to mask their tracks.
Am I losing my mind? I am furious at nonsense and worried about weirdness. I'm angry over nothing and everything (OKC shouldn't have won that game on Monday night; they had three chances and that is two too many if you ask me) and the attitude doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere. Yet it manages to stick around, poking at me and filling my mind with drivel.
I have to consider it drivel. I refuse to accept that this will be the state of my nerves for the rest of my life. I must envision a future which allows me to smile at futility and wave off annoyances.
This being pissed off at everything is not where I want to be. Not right now. Not ever.